Hearing this, Mu Yan raises her eyebrows. She taps the book in her hand and says with a smile that isn't a smile: "Oh, so you don't need to help restore your cultivation and connect the tendons and veins in your legs? I've studied it for so long in vain. Well then, since you don't want to be treated, I'll send you … "
"Wait, wait a minute!!" Lou Beiyu snaps his eyes wide, saying in disbelief, "Master, you, what did you just say?"
Mu Yan chuckles, "I didn't say anything!"
"No, Master! You said it! You said that you can restore my cultivation and connect the tendons and veins in my legs, right?! "Lou Beiyu struggles to get up from the bed, his voice so excited that it's about to turn into a scream.
There was originally no hope, so it's one thing to throw away the broken jar.
But now, he sees hope in a hopeless situation. How could he calm down?
Mu Yan is about to answer when the door to the room is pushed open.
Xiao Bao's short and small body walks in, his handsome little face is cold and expressionless.
He's carrying a food box that's half as tall as him, but he doesn't seem to feel the weight and burden at all. He easily walks to Mu Yan's side and looks up: "Niangqin, it's time to eat."
"En, Xiao Bao is so obedient!" Mu Yan lowers her head and kisses her son's cheek.
She takes out the food from the food box and places it on the table.
Xiao Bao automatically sits at the table next to Mu Yan. He picks out the dishes that Mu Yan likes, and says with a taut face: "Niangqin, eat slowly!"
Even Lou Beiyu, who's full of hope, expectation, anxiety, and apprehension, can't help but be dumbfounded when he sees this scene.
Hey! Wait a minute, you mother and son are playing the wrong roles, right?
Shouldn't Mu Yan be the one taking care of Xiao Bao's daily life, preparing his meals, and giving him his favorite dishes to eat?
But why is it that everything has been reversed now?
Xiao Bao is a four-year-old child, yet he's taking care of his Master meticulously and perfectly. What's going on here?
"Mas … Master, little brother, you …" Lou Beiyu swallows his saliva, opening his mouth dryly.
Mu Yan eats heartily as she says: "Xiao Bao, your brother hasn't eaten yet, prepare a portion for him."
With an expressionless face, Xiao Bao randomly picks a few dishes, brings a bowl of rice, and places it in front of Lou Beiyu.
She didn't even bother to say, "Go ahead and eat." She just left him with a cold and elegant back view.
After returning to his seat, he brings a plate of beef in front of Muyan and says in a childish voice: "Niangqin, eat more!"
"Oh, Xiaobao should eat more too!" Mu Yan gave her son a bright smile.
Lou Beiyu is simply speechless. Master, Little Senior Brother, isn't this difference in treatment too big?
…
"Master, you said that you can cure me, is that true?"
Mu Yan takes a sip of her after-dinner tea and holds her son's soft and fragrant body in her arms. She says contentedly: "What's wrong? You don't believe me? "
"No no no, I believe you, I believe you! I believe whatever Master says! "
Mu Yan puts down the teacup and opens her mouth again, "However, there is a problem."
"What … what problem?" Lou Beiyu's heart was suddenly lifted.
"The process might be a little painful!"
Lou Beiyu's hand that's supporting his body softens, and he falls on the bed with a thump, "Master, please don't tease this disciple anymore. I'm not even afraid of death, why would I be afraid of pain! "
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