"No way!" Ji Mingyu stood up anxiously, "Things can't go on like this."
The little snow mink lying nearby yawning found it strange. All those events before had been endured, and this scene right now seemed utterly mundane to it.
The master's kindness to Chu Xuan far surpassed those two women. She took him to hunt powerful monsters and gather rare Spirit Fruits. She even let Chu Xuan eat the Silver Scaled Flying Fish, which could extend life by three hundred years.
This was thousands of times better than this table of poor dishes. They contained not even a trace of Spiritual Qi, and the mink wouldn't bother to eat them.
Ji Mingyu naturally had no time to explain to her pet. Things made with one's own hands were inherently different, containing something called "sincerity" within.
Back in those days, she never thought of personally making a meal for Chu Xuan. What a failure, such a big failure.
