Study room.
"Are the grapes washed?"
Ye Xuan sat lounging on his recliner, legs crossed, looking utterly content. He chuckled a few times, coldly surveying the sinister spirit, and questioned.
"Master, they'll be ready soon."
The sinister spirit quickly replied, terrified that one slip-up would earn him another resounding slap from Ye Xuan, which was as unavoidable as it was audible.
"Hmm, hurry up and wash them. After that, help me with a haircut."
Ye Xuan squinted, speaking coldly.
"Sure thing, Master!"
The sinister spirit felt helpless, putting on a sycophantic face, he quickly replied, grinning on the outside but cursing internally, which pretty much described his current mental state.
Soon, the sinister spirit had washed the grapes and, bent over like a dog, brought the tray of purple-red grapes to Ye Xuan's side.
"Master, the grapes are washed."
