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Ziyan looked at the silly Ling Feng and couldn't help but laugh again.
"Alright, mission accomplished. I can leave now," Ziyan said while wiping the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve.
Then, Ziyan reminded all the cooks present that they must wait until the ingredients had cooled down completely before covering the pot.
After that, they could slowly and gradually open all the doors and windows one by one, so as not to let the aroma escape all at once. If the smell was too strong, it could easily attract more people, and it was very likely that some troublemakers would come knocking.
If it was just someone trying to steal a secret recipe, it could be considered a minor issue. But if someone intended to poison the food, that would be a serious problem; she feared that even if she had several heads, it wouldn't be enough to save her from being harmed.
After giving these instructions, Ziyan turned back and repeatedly urged Xiang Wang Lingfeng to ensure that he arranged for his best guards to secretly protect this place for a few days.
Only after seeing and hearing Xiang Wang actively agree did Ziyan feel relieved.
She then called Chef Wang to follow her upstairs because she still had methods and recipes for rehydrating dried products to share with him.
Thus, a group of four or five people left the kitchen and headed straight for Ziyan's room on the third floor. Once they reached the third floor, Ziyan unceremoniously locked the door on Xiang Wang Ye, inviting only Executive Chef Wang Kui inside to explain everything and the precautions he needed to take.
Fortunately, Executive Chef Wang Kui did not disappoint Ziyan; both his comprehension skills and other aspects met her expectations.
The briefing went smoothly in the room. After she handed over the eight pages of methods and lists she had personally written to Executive Chef Wang Kui, Ziyan specifically asked him to summarize them in detail based on his understanding while she watched. She only nodded and opened the door to let him out when she felt he fully understood.
As she watched Wang Kui go downstairs, she suddenly noticed Ling Feng using his paper fan to cover his nose, appearing quite disdainful of her smell while shaking his head and muttering, "Wow, this smell—tch tch!"
"Go away, I didn't ask you to smell it!" Ziyan said dismissively on the surface but loudly called out to her maid Yang Xiaodie, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and prepare bathwater for me."
"Uh? Oh, I—I’ll go right away," Yang Xiaodie replied before rushing downstairs like a gust of wind.
"Dare I ask if Xiang Wang Ye is planning to wait here to watch me bathe and change?" Ziyan unexpectedly asked this abrupt question. As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it a little.
"Uh? Oh—heh heh, Yan'er, are you willing to let This King see? If—" Xiang Wang Lingfeng was momentarily stunned, but once he regained his composure, he immediately smirked and retorted.
"Go away, dream on. Hurry up and leave." Ziyan initially wanted to tease him again, but unexpectedly found herself being teased by the prince instead.
In a fit of anger and embarrassment, she waved her hand vigorously at him and then returned to her room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
Immediately, only one certain Prince remained in the corridor, feeling quite pleased with himself for successfully turning the tables. After a brief moment of reveling in his triumph, he noticed that her door was already closed, so he waved his hand dismissively and led his two attendants upstairs.
Once inside her room, Ziyan sulked alone in front of a large dressing mirror where she could vaguely see her own reflection. Looking left and right, she finally managed to make out that her eyes seemed to have faint dark circles and numerous red blood vessels.
As she stared at herself, she inadvertently began to doze off. Before the maid Yang Xiaodie could bring water up, she had already fallen asleep at the dressing table.
Eventually, she vaguely sensed that Yang Xiaodie had filled the large bathtub with water and seemed to softly call her name. However, due to her heavy drowsiness at that moment, Ziyan did not respond.
Afterward, the room fell completely silent until suddenly she felt herself being lifted by a pair of strong hands, which helped her out of her clothes and placed her into the bathtub.
It was only when her entire body was submerged in water that Ziyan fully awakened. As she opened her eyes for the first time, she saw that the person attending to her bath was not her personal maid but rather her own Demonically Charming Man.
Instantly, Ziyan was wide awake, all traces of sleep gone as she asked, "When did you arrive?"
"I just got here a little while ago and found someone sleeping soundly like a little pig," Ling Yuxuan joked with a forced smile at his Beloved One.
"Uh? Oh." Ziyan lowered her head. However, upon remembering that she was currently in a room on the third floor of the Zi Family Spiced Braise in the capital city and not in her homey Hot Spring Valley, her face instantly flushed red with embarrassment.
"Feeling shy?" Although Ling Yuxuan was not in a good mood, he still smiled at Ziyan.
"Stop joking around. I want to ask you if Mo Old Man and Master have any suspicions about us?" Ziyan suddenly recalled more serious matters.
"Not for now," Ling Yuxuan said comfortingly.
"Oh! That's good, that's good." Ziyan instinctively placed her hands over her chest, repeatedly murmuring that it was good. In the next moment, the pressure in her heart eased significantly.
"Don't worry. They will come back with us; we will set off tonight," Ling Yuxuan emphasized again, unable to resist her cute demeanor.
"Yes, then I can relax. Right! We should leave tonight; the sooner we get away from here, the better. I don't want to linger here any longer," Ziyan exhaled slowly and appeared much more at ease.
Ziyan was enjoying her time in the water, while a certain Male God attending to her was exceptionally gentle and attentive. He was slowly using a ladle to scoop water and gently rinsing Ziyan's long Azure Long Hair.
This kind of enjoyment was something Ziyan hadn't experienced in a long time. Although they had not formally married, their simple physical contact and mutual glances had long since lost any significant taboo.
Thinking back to the first time they soaked in Hot Spring Valley, Ziyan had already been seen completely by her Demonically Charming Man due to an incident of drowning.
Since then, their relationship had progressed significantly, so now they were quite at ease with each other. Thus, Ziyan did not put on airs and allowed her Demonically Charming Man to finish washing her hair and scrubbing her back.
Until Ling Yuxuan turned his back while bathing and changing clothes, Ziyan emerged from the water on her own, dried herself off, and put on plain clothes. She was then carried to bed by her Demonically Charming Man, and they sat closely together on the bed waiting for nightfall when they could go downstairs to part ways with their mentor and others before reuniting outside the city.
As Ziyan leaned against Ling Yuxuan on the bed, she reflected on how the capital city held no significant attachment for her. Perhaps this place never truly belonged to them; thus, it would be better for them to live in a place where they could be carefree and happy.
However, when her Demonically Charming Man gradually emerged from the shadows of his past, she could still accompany him back here for a brief stay if needed. But for now, she certainly did not wish to return in the near future.
While Ziyan's mind raced with thoughts, she couldn't help but gaze at her Demonically Charming Man, resting her head tightly against his neck.
Sensing this, her Demonically Charming Man tightened his embrace around Ziyan and took a deep breath.
In this manner, they nestled closely together for nearly an entire afternoon, even forgetting to eat lunch.
Until the sound of the maid Yang Xiaodie knocking on the door came from outside: "Master, it's almost sunset. I had the kitchen prepare some food for you. You should eat something. Otherwise—"
Before Yang Xiaodie could finish her sentence, Ziyan flipped out of bed and opened the door with a loud bang.
This almost caused Yang Xiaodie, who was busy chattering while trying to press her ear against the door to listen to the sounds inside, to stumble headfirst into the room.
Fortunately, Ziyan caught her just in time. Ziyan shot her a fierce glare, and once Yang Xiaodie steadied herself, Ziyan let go and began to adjust her dress before sitting down at the table.
Seeing Ling Yuxuan still leaning against Ziyan's bed without getting up, Yang Xiaodie quickly lowered her head and gently placed the food box on the table one by one.
Then she quietly exited the room. It wasn't until she reached the door that Ziyan suddenly remembered the people from Heavenly Pivot Sect and quickly called out to her, instructing her to notify Qi Yu and others immediately. They needed to prepare to leave the capital overnight without drawing too much attention.
Yang Xiaodie was initially surprised, but at Ziyan's urging, she quickly regained her composure and soon disappeared from sight.
Naturally, Ziyan knew she was going to inform the others from Heavenly Pivot Sect. She then called out to Ling Yuxuan, and the two began to eat the dishes laid out on the table.
"Mm, this is really good. My disciples are definitely not ordinary cooks," Ziyan said, trying to break the unusual silence in the room as she enjoyed the delicious food while deliberately praising it.
Ling Yuxuan looked at Ziyan's satisfied expression and offered her a comforting smile in return.
As they slowly savored the food on the table, Ling Yuxuan maintained her usual elegance while eating. In contrast, Ziyan was less particular; as long as it was something she liked, she devoured it heartily.
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