"Tsk tsk, look at him with that black face, it’s obvious that he’s feeling unsatisfied." One morning, when Ye Zi’an came down, the others had already gotten up. He had returned to his room late the previous night after reading, so he woke up later as well. By the time he woke up, Yang Chuxia was already out of bed.
When Mu Shaofeng saw that Ye Zi’an’s complexion wasn’t that good, and knowing that he had been staying up late in the study recently, he couldn’t help teasing Ye Zi’an with Mu Shaoling. Young people tended to have more energy, and he knew it through personal experience.
Mu Shaoling glanced at Ye Zi’an and noticed that his complexion wasn’t good, so he laughed.
"Do you need me to give you some heat-reducing medicine?"
"You can save it for yourself." Ye Zi’an took a sip of porridge and said indifferently, "I think you need it more than I do. Lonely men like you need it most."
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoling was so angry that his eyes could have shot out flames. Even though he didn’t have a woman by his side right now, couldn’t he be morally upright?
But in Ye Zi’an’s eyes, he just shook his head and said, "Tsk tsk, so much anger, be careful not to burn your eyes blind. Remember to drink a few more doses of heat-reducing medicine."
Seeing Yang Chuxia coming in from outside, he said, "My dear, ask Little Li’s mother to make some lotus seed and snow pear soup for Divine Doctor Mu at noon."
"Huh?" Hearing this, Yang Chuxia looked at Mu Shaoling and then nodded earnestly when she saw a small red dot on his chin. "Oh, I know, it’s easy to get heated up in autumn. I’ll ask Little Li’s mother to make more, and everyone can have a bowl."
Hearing this, Mu Shaofeng laughed.
"Where can we find a sugar-making master?" Yang Chuxia had wanted to ask him about this for several days but had been too busy to remember.
Mentioning this serious matter, Mu Shaofeng stopped laughing, "Soon, there’s already progress. After the handover is done on their end, they can come over."
"How many people have you found?" Yang Chuxia was thinking that when people arrive, they would need to arrange for accommodations. And some tools for sugar making should also be prepared in advance, right?
"How many people do you want? Do you know how hard it is to find a sugar-making master? You think they are beggars, available all over the street? Finding one is already pretty good." Mu Shaofeng complained discontentedly, "Oh right, that person has a bit of a temper and is somewhat eccentric. Please arrange a quiet place for him to stay, and don’t let people disturb him usually. As for the sugar-making tools, he will bring them himself. Oh, and find a couple of attendants for him, preferably not young girls, but older boys who can help with the work."
"Are you bringing a sugar-making master or a sugar-making ancestor? My place is small and can’t accommodate such high-level people." Yang Chuxia was a bit troubled upon hearing the many demands of the newcomer.
What a ridiculous metaphor, beggars all over the streets? If he said this in front of Baili Yan, he would probably be slapped to death. This would be equivalent to saying that the Baili Family’s governance was not strict.
"It’s almost like a sugar-making ancestor, they only came because they heard about new sugar-making materials in your place." Mu Shaofeng said proudly, "If I didn’t mention this to them, they wouldn’t have come."
"That’s good." If the person was interested in the raw materials, it meant they were fond of sugar making or creativity. As long as their basic needs were met, it would be fine. What she feared were those who complained despite having no talent of their own.
Now that there was some progress regarding the sugar-making master, some of Yang Chuxia’s recent plans had been completed. She then remembered Old Yang had mentioned something to her and decided to bring it up with Mu Shaofeng.