The sound of footsteps came, and Feng Liyan calculated the time and withdrew his hand just in time.
The kitchen door opened at the same moment.
"Isn't it done yet? How much longer? I'm starving." Bai Yi leaned against the doorframe, holding a snow cone, eating and watching Feng Liyan.
Since returning to Wu Garden at 2 PM, Feng Liyan had been in the kitchen for almost five hours.
It was already dark.
Having agreed to sort out dinner outside, the flowers he was waiting for were about to wilt.
"...Half an hour more," Feng Liyan's breathing was somewhat uneven; he didn't look at Bai Yi but slightly turned sideways to adjust his own breathing.
"Oh."
Bai Yi responded, noticing something off about the smell in the kitchen; he sniffed a few times and looked intrigued: "You really brewed the herbs you bought back at noon? How does it smell so good?"
Saying this, Bai Yi took a few more deep breaths in the air.
