"Mr. Leng, are you awake?"

After more than half an hour, Qian Qiao felt the hand on his wrist hit twice, so he turned his head and asked softly.

"My mask..."

After grinding for more than half an hour, Leng Yan knew that the curfew time had already passed in the dormitory, and Qian Qian would not be able to go back tonight.

Now that the goal has been achieved, he is not ready to pretend anymore.

After slowly opening his eyes, he reached out and touched his cheek before asking.

"I felt uncomfortable sleeping with a mask on, so I was... We apologize for not asking for your consent beforehand..."

Although this is a bit of an afterthought, even if she is given a chance to do it again, Qianqiao will still do it.

"It's okay..."

Leng Yan raised her eyes to look at Qianqiao, and saw that there was no familiarity in her eyes, and after saying this, she lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered the bitterness in the man's eyes.

"By the way, I've already made the porridge, it's still warm because it's in the storage bracelet, do you have an appetite now?

Qian Qian saw that Leng Yan lowered his eyes and was silent, thinking that he hadn't rested yet, thinking that the spirit porridge could replenish some spiritual power, so he took it out of the storage bracelet.

"Thank you..."

After Leng Yan thanked him, he took the bowl of spiritual porridge in Qianqiao's hand, smelled the faint medicinal fragrance wafting from it, and raised his eyebrows in some surprise.

"There are a lot of spiritual materials in this that replenish spiritual power..."

"This is a recipe that Uncle Qi taught me when I was at Nangong's house. He said that in addition to spiritual power, the most important thing that monks need to replenish is spiritual power, and I saw that your face was pale, so I guessed that you might have overused your spiritual power..."

Qian Qiao was actually just guessing, so after saying this, he carefully observed the other party's expression, and only after seeing that Mr. Leng did not show a displeased expression, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you..."

Leng Yan felt a touch of warmth in his heart, and after thanking him again, he scooped up a spoonful of spiritual porridge and sent it to his mouth.

The sweet and soft glutinous spiritual rice has a faint medicinal fragrance, and the taste is very good, and before you know it, a bowl of spiritual porridge will bottom out.

"I heard that there are a lot of new dishes in Nangong Food City, but they are from you?"

After drinking the last mouthful of spiritual porridge, Leng Yan asked after putting down the spoon.

"Makes you laugh..."

Hearing this, Qian Qian nodded generously and admitted.

These dishes are all things that only exist in that world, and Mr. Leng is from the same world as herself, so she has nothing to hide.

"You said you'd come back another day, but what do you want me to help with?"

Leng Yan didn't pause much in the matter of eating, and after washing the bowl in his hand with a cleaning technique, he quietly put it into his storage ring.

"Well, there is indeed one thing that needs Mr. Leng's help..."

was distracted by the other party's words, Qian Qian didn't notice Leng Yan's small movements, and said business with a serious expression.

"Tell me about it..."

Because the dishes and chopsticks were not found in the kitchen, this bowl was actually Chimaw's own.

It was indeed a bit inappropriate for Leng Yan to take it for herself, but this was the first meal she had made for herself, and he wanted to keep this thing, so he used this way to divert the other party's attention.

"I have the Stringer family's magic worms..."

Next, Qian Qiao told Mr. Leng what happened a few months ago.

"You should ask me first if there is any wood spirit here..."

After Leng Yan listened, he sighed slightly.

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