Feng Fuce was wearing a dark robe.
His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong and slender arms.
At that moment, he held half a napa cabbage in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand.
He seemed to be quite flustered after coming out.
Feng Fuce had just heard Bai Zhi'er's startled cry, thinking she was in trouble and needed help.
So without thinking much, he immediately came out of the kitchen.
Bai Zhi'er was stunned: "What are you doing here?"
Feng Fuce frowned: "I came to apologize, what about you?"
"I..." Bai Zhi'er was too embarrassed to say.
She pretended to be tough: "You, you came to apologize, why are you holding a kitchen knife!"
Mo Yanchi smiled and explained: "I'm cultivating Marquis Wan Zong's patience, and since we haven't had dinner yet, I asked him to try making a couple of dishes."
Bai Zhi'er was speechless.
The teacher was casually ordering Brother Ce around.
Bai Zhi'er realized that what she had just said was overheard by Feng Fuce.
