In the kitchen.
He Kalin'uo and Qing Muyi entered the kitchen and closed the door.
Qing Muyi, skillfully cleaning the fish in his hands, said in a deep voice, "Young Master He Kalin'uo, are you afraid people won't notice your special treatment towards me?"
He suddenly found He Kalin'uo somewhat troublesome, giving him a headache.
"What others think is none of my business. I promised not to reveal your identity, and I will keep my word."
The implication was: I am only responsible for keeping secrets, but if others are suspicious, it has nothing to do with me.
Of course, He Kalin'uo also had some selfish motives.
Heaven knew that after Qing Muyi left yesterday, she lay in bed that night, her mind filled with Qing Muyi's astonishingly beautiful face, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
So, this morning, after He Kalin'chuan woke up, she dragged He Kalin'chuan to apologize to Meng Jingwei.
As a prince of the Hidden Clan royalty, He Kalin'chuan was naturally unwilling to bow and apologize to Meng Jingwei. It was she who had painstakingly persuaded him to come.
The purpose was not to apologize to Meng Jingwei, but to see Qing Muyi.
But when she looked at Qing Muyi's face, which was ordinary with a hint of ugliness, she felt a bit of regret.
If she had known, she shouldn't have let him disguise himself yesterday; instead, she should have let him show his true face. Wouldn't that have been more pleasing to the eye?
"So, I should thank you?"
Qing Muyi, holding a sharp knife and expertly scaling the fish, said indifferently.
"Hahaha, there's no need for that. Just make a delicious meal at noon, and let me eat more. Consider it your thanks to me."
She seemed to be oblivious to good or bad intentions.
But Qing Muyi knew that He Kalin'uo understood perfectly.
He stopped replying. He Kalin'uo rolled up her sleeves, "Come, let me help you. Teach me how to cook your Huaguo cuisine."
As she said this, her eyes lit up, and an idea occurred to her.
He Kalin'uo rested her right hand on the stove, tilted her head, and her alluring eyes rippled, "Tie Zhuzi, let me be your disciple. From today onwards, you will be my master and teach me to cook. Alright?"
Qing Muyi: "No."
The refusal was crisp and decisive, without any hesitation.
Of course, being refused seemed to be within He Kalin'uo's expectations.
Her red lips curved into a smile, and her face, a beauty with a distinct Western charm, was filled with a faint smile, "You should know that by being my master, you can freely enter and exit the royal palace in the future. It would be beneficial to you and Meng Jingwei."
Qing Muyi was cleaning the innards of the crucian carp in his hand. His hands paused for a second, and he didn't reply.
The intelligent He Kalin'uo's smile widened, and she patted his shoulder, "It's happily decided then."
"Master, how are you going to cook this fish?"
She instantly got into character.
In the living room, Meng Jingwei saw that He Kalin'uo had been in the kitchen for a long time and showed no signs of coming out. A sense of crisis welled up in her heart, and she got up, saying, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there's enough food."
Saying that, without waiting for their reply, she walked towards the kitchen.
As she approached the kitchen door, she heard He Kalin'uo's hearty laughter from inside, exceptionally cheerful.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei's heart tightened, and she felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.
Standing at the kitchen door, she held the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, then turned the handle and pushed the door open, only to see...
He Kalin'uo, holding a handkerchief, was considerately wiping the sweat from Qing Muyi's forehead, "Master, you're sweating. Let me wipe it for you."
Qing Muyi, holding the sharp knife in his hand, turned sideways, glanced at Meng Jingwei standing at the door, and then at He Kalin'uo beside him...