When Xia Xin finished making dinner and brought it in, he saw Fu’er sitting opposite Jiangli.
It was then he remembered Fu’er had come back with them.
Truth be told, he had completely forgotten about Fu’er these past few days.
The moment he saw Fu’er just now, he was somewhat surprised.
"What are you looking at? Did you forget about me too, kid?" Fu’er glared at him as soon as Xia Xin walked in. He didn’t dare to be fierce with Jiangli, but he could certainly show a fierce face to Xia Xin.
Xia Xin smiled apologetically and set the dishes on the table, "I didn’t mean that, don’t overthink it."
Fu’er snorted, "Like hell I’ll believe you..."
Xia Xin blinked, "But aren’t you a ghost?"
He snorted contemptuously, "You little brat, your mind sure works quickly now!"
Xia Xin chuckled and served a portion of the dishes in front of Fu’er, "I made a lot of food for dinner, why don’t you eat some and calm down?"
Although Fu’er couldn’t truly taste it in his mouth, he could savor the aroma of the food. As a ghost for so long, he had eaten quite a bit of incense, but it had been a very long time since he had last savored the scent of actual food.
He was particularly craving it now.
Especially since he had tasted Xia Xin’s cooking before, he knew how good it was, and that made him even more eager.
But Fu’er still pretended to be reserved, "Since you’re inviting me, kid, I’ll give you this face. Remember, it’s because you invited me that I agreed."
Xia Xin played along, "Yes, yes, I know, I invited you of my own accord."
Fu’er snorted, "That’s more like it."
And he began to ’enjoy’ the ’delicious’ meal.
Jiangli looked at the two of them and could only think that combined, they didn’t even make up three years of age.
In comparison, Xia Xin was a bit older than Fu’er; Fu’er was at most one year old.
Having been an old ghost for so long and still competing and going tit for tat with a youngster.
Really, one year old, not a year more.
Jiangli shook her head with an air of an exhausted elder, as if shouldering the burdens of head of the family, and began to eat slowly.
She played with her phone as she ate.
But upon opening her phone, Jiangli discovered that Shiyan had actually messaged her at noon.
She hadn’t had time to check her phone and hadn’t seen the message from Shiyan.
It was only now that Jiangli looked and saw that Shiyan’s message was thanking her for her cooperation yesterday.
Chewing on her chopsticks, Jiangli laid the phone on the table, and with one hand typing, she replied, "No worries, this is what I should do, Mr. Fu is being too formal."
Unlike her delayed response,
The moment her message was sent, Shiyan replied with a voice message as if he was always waiting by the phone, "I thought the Abbot was angry with me for taking so long to reply to my message."
That tone was inexplicably a bit coy.
The moment Xia Xin and Fu’er heard that voice, they couldn’t help but get goosebumps and simultaneously stopped, looking up at Jiangli.
But Jiangli simply smiled, "Not at all, Mr. Fu, you’re overthinking it. I was busy earlier and didn’t see it."
Shiyan: "As long as the Abbot isn’t angry with me, that’s good. I’ll treat the Abbot to a meal later as thanks for your help; I wonder if the Abbot would honor me with your presence?"
Upon hearing about a meal, Jiangli didn’t hesitate, "Of course! Anytime is fine!"
Why did he feel like the back and forth between the old ancestor and Mr. Fu about owing each other meals was never-ending?
Shiyan’s thin lips curved seductively, and his gentle, deep voice was particularly alluring, "Then, Lili, let’s set up another date."
Without much thought, Jiangli agreed: "Sure."