At noon, Luo Shunchen and Ji Ruyan had already left Xianping Valley.
As she departed, the little rascal naturally followed. At this moment, it perched on her shoulder, "Wuu wuu."
Master!
Is that old granny really getting married?
Upon hearing its words, Ji Ruyan's face instantly fell, pulling down three black lines, "Can't you say something nice for once? What old granny, that's Grandma Qian! She raised you up; you ungrateful little thing!"
"Squeak, squeak!"
The little rascal bared its teeth and thrashed wildly, clearly very agitated.
Nonsense!
This young master raised himself! She knows nothing about food!
That old granny eats nothing but honey and petals every day—it nearly starved me to death!
Ji Ruyan was taken aback. She truly didn't know whether Grandma Qian ate anything else, but during these past days, she herself had indeed become the dedicated kitchen maid for everyone.
