"What...?"
The Demoness abruptly stopped in her tracks, looking at Jiang Feng in surprise.
"It's nothing!—I mean, I'm fine, just a bit tired."
Jiang Feng forced an excuse for his "loss of composure" and even yawned to cover it up.
"Oh, alright, I guess I really shouldn't disturb your rest. I'll just say a couple more things and leave."
The Demoness sensibly halted where she was, not stepping forward, and apologetically said, "First, I want to thank you. Although I don't know what those things you've been brewing for us are, or what kind of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures those meats are, I'm certain they are extraordinary. You always think of us when you have good things and have helped us improve so much, I'm afraid none of us can ever repay you..."
"Ahem, there's no need to say such polite words with me. The fertile water doesn't flow... to others' fields!"
Jiang Feng felt his scalp tingling and almost lost his ability to speak coherently, subconsciously replying.
