But Chang Xiaoyu acted as if she didn't understand. She continued to come every day, rain or shine, bringing him meals, doing his laundry, and quietly keeping him company, never once wavering.
Ma Guoliang set down the large spear from his back and stepped into the house. The aroma of a hot meal immediately washed over him, dispelling the fatigue from his cultivation.
Chang Xiaoyu was already waiting for him with a wooden basin of warm, clean water.
Ma Guoliang didn't stand on ceremony. He plunged his hands into the water and scrubbed them a few times, washing away the sweat and dust.
By the time he had dried his hands and walked to the table, Chang Xiaoyu had already deftly unpacked the food container and arranged the dishes on the table.
A plate of green vegetables, a bowl of braised Exotic Beast Meat, a platter of Rare Exotic Beast Meat, and a bowl of steaming white rice. It was a simple meal, but it had a comforting, home-cooked feel.
