Chapter 415: Senior Brother Bai is Actually Encouraging Me to Read the Chronicles—How Did I End Up Having Such a Weird Dream?
“I’ve already heated it up, Junior Sister Shui…”
Bai Feng carried out a bowl of meatballs, but halfway through speaking, he noticed Shui Miao Miao staring fixedly at a certain spot without blinking her eyes. Following her gaze, he saw that the door to his dedicated drawing room was slightly ajar.
‘When did it open? No, wait, it seems I forgot to close it.’
He rubbed his temple and thought, *Everyone knows about my Spring and Autumn disguise—White Yu Mo, Yu Ling Long, and others. So, I no longer have to sneak around when I draw. Even Yun Yue Yao occasionally slips in to watch. That’s probably why I don’t see drawing as a private thing anymore.*
Thankfully, what he was sketching on his desk was the design for Yu Yao’s clothes, not some revealing Spring and Autumn illustrations. Otherwise, he’d be in serious trouble explaining himself.
“Senior Brother Bai, I—I didn’t see a thing,” Shui Miao Miao finally realized Bai Feng’s presence and hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands.
“…It’s nothing secretive,” Bai Feng said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “If you want to look, just look.”
“Huh?”
Shui Miao Miao froze. Had her guess been wrong?
She subtly peeked through her fingers: “Senior Brother Bai, aren’t you the one who draws the Chronicles?”
“I do have some connection to the Chronicles, and I also collect quite a few books about it,” Bai Feng stroked his chin, weaving a bit of a white lie. Actually, everything he said was the truth—just a bit vague. “What, has Junior Sister Shui also read the Chronicles?”
“Uh…”
Shui Miao Miao instinctively wanted to deny it, but suddenly realized something — what? Bai Feng also collects books on the Chronicles?
For some reason, her shame vanished instantly, replaced by a flicker of excitement. She nodded and said, “Yeah, I’ve read it. But it’s a bit plain-looking. If it could be more… ahem, I mean, I won’t say anything.” She hurriedly stopped herself mid-sentence, feeling that talking about that kind of thing with her senior brother was just too weird.
Bai Feng didn’t mind. Instead, he grinned and shook his head. “No choice. Drawing them too explicitly gets banned, so you gotta stay just on the edge.”
“Is that so?” Shui Miao Miao nodded thoughtfully. Thinking about it, the Chronicles are actually quite easy to find, even to the East Continent.
Then she looked at Bai Feng again. “But I didn’t expect Senior Brother Bai to be into that kind of stuff…”
“Have you forgotten I used to be a rebellious kid?” Bai Feng shot her a glance. “And if you want to draw people, you can’t avoid it. You can’t rely solely on imagination.”
“Really? That’s a new one,” Shui Miao Miao tugged her ear, then a bold idea suddenly surfaced. She looked up eagerly and asked, “Um, Senior Brother Bai, can I learn to draw from you?”
She really adored the style of the Chronicles. Since the Chronicles don’t draw those kinds of images, she’d have to ‘produce her own loot’!
“Sure,” Bai Feng nodded. “Just don’t mind working hard.”
If Shui Miao Miao learned well, he might even let her be his assistant. That could save him a lot of trouble.
“No way!”
She’s got nothing else to do but cultivate, and it’s perfect for practicing drawing. Plus, she could stay close to Bai Feng legitimately. If she even tried to draw that kind of picture… she might…
*smack!*
Shui Miao Miao again smacked her own face to snap out of it—no more crazy thoughts!
“All right, I’ll teach you drawing later,” Bai Feng said, smiling. “Now, you should try the newly improved meatballs while they’re still hot—cold ones aren’t as good.”
He pushed a bowl of meatballs towards Shui Miao Miao. These weren’t just any meatballs—they were his own modification of the Urinating Cow Balls. The reason? Simple. While refining Fox Food, he suddenly thought, *Why not tweak the meatballs too?* So he did.
“Mm!”
Shui Miao Miao looked at the meatballs, swallowed hard, and wondered what they tasted like after Bai Feng’s special touch.
She picked up her chopsticks, eager, and carefully pinched a meatball into her mouth and bit down.
In an instant, the juices inside the meatball splattered out from where she bit, catching her off guard and smearing her face with meat juice.
Bai Feng immediately used his Image Retainer to record the scene—this was why he didn’t warn her.
“What is this?”
Shui Miao Miao was startled and a little embarrassed. When she instinctively licked the soup from the corner of her mouth, her eyes lit up. Without a second thought, she didn’t bother with tissues or a handkerchief—she just stuck her finger into the mess and licked the meat juice right off. Afterward, she even licked her fingers clean.
“Senior Brother Bai, how did you come up with sealing the meat juice inside the meatball?”
She asked, then picked up another piece and ate it, slowly savoring the inside as the broth mixed with the meat.
“I thought of it while eating soup dumplings,” Bai Feng casually said, “How does it taste?”
“Delicious!” Shui Miao Miao grabbed another meatball, this time not biting off a small piece but shoving it straight into her mouth, relishing the ‘fusion and collision’ of juice and meat. “I like both the solid one and the soup-filled one. The solid meatball feels firmer, but the soup-filled one explodes in the mouth when bitten, which you can’t get from a solid meatball. Hmm, it’s hard to say which is better.”
“As long as you like it.”
After a moment, Shui Miao Miao rubbed her stomach. The Spirit and medicinal energies in these meatballs were quite a lot; after eating the bowl, she felt pleasantly full again.
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She was increasingly glad she came back to the Northern Region to find Bai Feng. Her little sister probably wouldn’t ever taste such delicious meatballs in her life.
Refreshed and full, her mind started to wander again. She looked up slightly at Bai Feng and asked, “Um, Senior Brother Bai, when can we start learning to draw?”
“You can start anytime if you have time,” Bai Feng already had some ideas about teaching Shui Miao Miao. “I’ll teach you some basics first. Practice a lot at home. With your cultivation at the Transformation God Stage, you should pick it up pretty fast.”
After all, what he was teaching was purely painting skills, not some esoteric art.
“Okay!”
Seven days later…
Bai Feng looked at the seemingly random, patchwork abstract painting in his hand and fell into thought.
It was actually quite good, but it had a chaotic feel—different elements stitched together awkwardly. The background and the characters didn’t match, the lines on the clothes looked stiff, like they were made of metal, and the face looked unnervingly realistic.
He looked at Shui Miao Miao’s nervous face and then at her painting. Finally, he put it aside and said, “I think, instead of learning painting, you should first cultivate an aesthetic sense.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
Bai Feng didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked into his study and pulled out a big pile of books from the bottom shelf. “These are all about the Chronicles, including Yu Ling Long’s fashion design sketches. Go back, read them carefully, and then think about what’s different between your painting and these images.”
Shui Miao Miao looked at the huge pile of Chronicles books and then back at Bai Feng’s serious face—White Yu Mo’s encouragement to her reading the Chronicles… How could I have such a strange, wild thought?
