Chapter 202: Shui Miao Miao — Pack Yourself Up and Then…
Su Lan Qian secretly snuck a peek at Bai Feng, who was busy fiddling with the array formation. She lowered her head and took a deep breath, trying to muster up courage.
Then she quickly strides over to Bai Feng and says, “Um, maybe take a break first? I made some desserts. Want to try?”
She then pulls out a pudding she baked early this morning from her storage bag. The pudding sits perfectly in an empty box, topped with a thin layer of caramel that looks so tempting you can almost hear your stomach rumbling.
She places the box on a stone table nearby, opens the lid, and gently sets down a spoon. Quietly, she murmurs, “This is the pudding you told me about before.”
“Thanks, Junior Sister Su. Coming right away,” Bai Feng nods, then puts down his work and sits on the other side of the table.
He gazes at the pudding, picks up a spoon, and carefully cuts through it.
“Not bad,” Bai Feng smiles as he tastes it. The pudding is smooth and delicate, with a faint milky aroma, and its appearance is quite appealing—clearly, Su Lan Qian put a lot of effort into making it.
He just mentioned that pudding is a simple dessert, and unexpectedly, Su Lan Qian remembered and recreated it perfectly.
“By the way, Junior Sister Su, I want to make a new kind of dessert lately. Could you help me out? I’ve been so busy lately, I might not be able to handle everything on my own.”
“Of course! No problem!” Su Lan Qian nodded eagerly.
“Then today,” Bai Feng says as he takes the last bite of pudding, “I’ll go to Spirit Beast Peak to buy some milk. After I finish adjusting the array, we’ll start working on the new dessert.”
“Okay,” she replies.
She watches Bai Feng leave, then turns her head to look at the plate on the table—the pudding is gone, leaving only some remnants. Her gaze lingers on the spoon Bai Feng used, her throat bobbing slightly.
She first discreetly glances at Bai Feng, making sure he isn’t looking this way, then reaches out to scoop the remaining bits from the plate.
“So sweet…” she whispers softly.
She slowly sets the spoon down, a light blush spreading across her face.
…
“Such boredom…” Shui Miao Miao lies on her bed, covered with a little quilt, surrounded by all sorts of books.
Since Bai Feng was going to work on the array, she didn’t need to help test the simulation secret realm. But over the past few days, she’d grown accustomed to exploring the secret realm daily and learning swordsmanship from Bai Feng. Being suddenly free felt kinda weird.
Especially when she had nothing to do, her mind just started wandering off into the clouds—oh, she might as well read a book…
“No, I can’t keep being this lazy!” Shui Miao Miao suddenly sits up straight. “Bai Brother isn’t forbidding me from practicing swordsmanship when he modifies the array, right?”
Exactly! She can practice swordsmanship while Bai Feng works on his array!
And she’s not doing it with any strange thoughts—honestly! She just wants someone to keep an eye on her, otherwise she’d totally slack off. Yep, that’s the reason!
So she reaches out, grabs her clothes, changes quickly, and prepares to head out.
But just as she’s about to push the door, she suddenly stops. “Wait, should I bring some gift?”
After all, Bai Feng has taught her quite a few things. Not bringing a token of gratitude might seem a bit impolite for a princess from Eastern Continent.
“But what to give…?”
Shui Miao Miao ponders. Should she start with hobbies? But what does Bai Feng like anyway?
Suddenly, an idea pops into her head—pack herself up!
“No, no, stop thinking like that! Bad idea!”
She hugs her head, then raps on the door in front of her.
A few minutes later, Shui Miao Miao rubs her tingling forehead, still pondering what Bai Feng would like.
From her impression, Bai Feng seems like someone who knows how to enjoy life—he grills good meat and everything. Maybe…
“Maybe I should give him that?”
She recalls something she loved as a child, something she still carries with her—plus, it’s a local specialty from Eastern Continent, unique to here. Perfect as a gift!
…
Above the mountain at the secret realm.
Bai Feng specially built a small house on the mountain. Standing in front of a table with bottles of milk, he looks at Su Lan Qian with a puzzled expression and explains with a smile, “Because Junior Sister Yu Yao’s birthday is coming up soon, I want to surprise her. Making it at home would be too obvious.”
“Oh…” Su Lan Qian nods, looking a bit downcast.
“By the way, Sister Su, when is your birthday?”
Hearing that, her mood lifts a bit. She shakes her head and says, “It already passed.”
“What a shame. Guess I’ll have to celebrate it next year,” Bai Feng smiles, then claps his hands. “Alright, let’s get started. I remember I need to separate the cream from the milk.”
He says this while channeling spiritual energy to extract milk from the bottles, preparing to use high-speed rotation to separate the milk’s fat content.
Su Lan Qian watches his operation and joins in the process.
Making cream is easier than Bai Feng thought. Soon, he has a small bowl of whipped, sugar-added cream.
“Junior Sister Su, try some,” Bai Feng says, holding a spoon and tasting a small piece. The flavor is close to what he remembers, so he deems it a success.
But making just cream isn’t enough. He plans to make a cream maker—another reason he’s asking Su Lan Qian for help.
She also takes a spoon, scoops some cream, and tastes it. The flavor is new and delightful; she doesn’t dislike it.
“I’m going to bake a cake. Junior Sister Su, you can sit here and tell me if you have any ideas,” Bai Feng says, then heads off to gather ingredients.
Su Lan Qian looks at the spoon Bai Feng used—the residue still has some cream on it.
She glances around, then quietly pulls out a brand-new spoon from her storage bag. She dips it into the cream, performs a little disguise trick, then places it where Bai Feng’s spoon was.
As for Bai Feng’s spoon? She pockets it into the pudding box she uses for eating.
…
“Where’s Bai Feng?”
Meanwhile, Shui Miao Miao stands at the secret realm’s entrance, scratching her head. She didn’t see Bai Feng inside. Could he have finished the array formation and gone home?
Just as she debates whether to head back, her nose twitches slightly. A sweet, milky scent wafts over.
“How fragrant! Who’s making desserts?”
She subconsciously swallows, then follows the aroma toward the mountain.
Could it be Bai Feng’s doing?
She quickly heads up the mountain, and sure enough, she sees Bai Feng using spiritual fire to roast something. The delicious smell is emanating from there.
