Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

His mechanical knee braces had been worn for too long, and his knees couldn’t take it anymore.

He had no choice but to return to his room for a short rest.

When he came out of the room again,

Qin Xin was already dragging her ”creation” from the backyard, eagerly trying it out by the fence: ”Master, look quickly. I’ve made a bamboo crane. From now on, we will deliver food like this.”

The man watched her assemble a long and flexible crane made of bamboo poles, gears, and hemp rope. By turning the gears, she could control it to send food from this side of the yard to the window on the other side.

It seemed simple, but to make it so ingeniously required mechanical knowledge and skill that ordinary people couldn’t achieve.

He sighed helplessly.

Luckily, there was one thing she could never learn—cooking.

Otherwise, in front of her, the man would be completely useless.

In other families, women work hard to win a man’s heart through his stomach; in his case, he had to go to great lengths to cater to her little appetite...

”What do you want to eat tonight?”

The man stepped forward and whispered softly in Qin Xin’s ear.

Full of infinite indulgence.

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”Hey, hey, what do you want to eat tonight?”

Xiao Bailu stood at the door of Huo Tingzun’s room and asked irritably through the tightly closed door.

The man hadn’t left his room for two days.

She thought the sulking would pass in a day, but the man had sulked for two whole days, truly with a great temper.

Fine, fine, she wouldn’t stoop to his level.

If he really caught a cold, with low immunity, it would be easy for him to catch viruses.

Maybe she should make some chicken soup.

The man inside didn’t answer, so she planned in her heart a menu to boost immunity.

Anyway, ingredients weren’t a problem.

The big star, Qi Yu, downstairs always had ways to get all kinds of rare and good materials.

Admittedly, no matter the circumstance, good looks were always essential.

But Qi Yu wasn’t just good-looking; he loved to share.

He generously shared half of the ingredients with her every day, of course, she reciprocated by giving Qi Yu half of the meals she cooked daily.

Today, there were native chickens raised from rice grown in the South Island, paired with Agaricus mushrooms and fresh coconut juice—perfect for making coconut chicken hot pot.

Xiao Bailu made her plan and was too lazy to ask Huo Tingzun again and again. She was about to move to the kitchen.

But she vaguely heard, from inside Huo Tingzun’s bedroom, a disjointed phone conversation: ”...How will you give me the ticket? ...Okay, see you tonight... I’ll be at the airport on time...”

Xiao Bailu originally thought to eavesdrop a bit, to see if Huo Tingzun was complaining to a woman about being lonely here.

Who knew, she’d unexpectedly hear him arranging a flight?

He was leaving?

Leaving Qingcheng?

And what about her? Had he even considered her?

He completely ignored her for the past two days. It seemed he definitely didn’t care what happened to her and was ready to leave her here, wasn’t he? Would he leave her without paying for the presidential suite, making her end up on the street?

Xiao Bailu’s aura became very gloomy.

Anyway, he hadn’t mentioned leaving in the past two days, nor had he discussed it with her.

How ridiculous of her to still be thinking about making him chicken soup.

He was already planning to leave!

Xiao Bailu was in a foul mood. But, she still persevered in making the coconut chicken hot pot.

She told herself, convincing herself, that the coconut chicken hot pot wasn’t just for the dog man but was to repay Qi Yu’s kindness.

She couldn’t punish the dog man at the expense of leaving Qi Yu, that handsome guy with the good heart, without food, could she?

Yes, it was for this reason that she continued cooking.

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After delivering the coconut chicken hot pot to Qi Yu, when Xiao Bailu returned to her room,

she found that Huo Tingzun had actually, unexpectedly, come out of the master bedroom.

”Oh, you’re in a good mood today, aren’t you, personally stepping out to eat?” Xiao Bailu, hands on her hips, spoke in a sarcastic Beijing accent through gritted teeth.

Could it be that he was eager to go out tonight because he was leaving?