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The aroma suddenly wafted out as the crispy, roasted skin was peeled off, causing the initially somewhat unhappy little girl to involuntarily twitch her nose.

Shang Fuyan knew that his wife liked to eat snacks, and these sweet potatoes were specially selected by him as they were suitable for roasting.

Peel back the skin to reveal the caramel-colored flesh, and a sweet and rich aroma fills your nostrils.

Light streamed through the skylight in the small kitchen, giving the sweet potatoes an amber sheen, and honey oil rolled down the flesh.

Shang Fuyan took the small spoon next to him, gently scooped out a spoonful, blew on it, and then held it to his wife's lips.

The sweet and soft fruit flesh made Sang Huan's eyes widen immediately upon tasting it.

"It's delicious!"

"Okay, I'll make it for you again tomorrow. Eating too many sweet potatoes isn't good for your stomach. How about we have apple stewed chicken first?"

"good!"

Yang Shaoqin, who was practicing swordsmanship outside, also smelled the enticing aroma and quietly turned his gaze over.

Watching the loving scene between the two, she seemed to recall something, and her originally bright eyes dimmed.

Just as he was about to turn away, pretending not to see, Shang Fuyan looked up and grabbed him.

"Shaoqin, if you don't come over soon, it will get cold and won't taste good."

"Am I included too?"

As for this "master's wife" who is only gentle to her master...

The impression of the other party's previous straightforward act of slitting someone's throat was too deep. Fearing that he might accidentally offend the other party one day and end up like that, Yang Shaoqin always kept his distance from him.

Fortunately, apart from the unavoidable contact during meals and washing up, the two did not have any other communication.

This greatly reduced Yang Shaoqin's psychological pressure.

However, Yang Shaoqin was still too young. The devastating blow to his family and the sudden and drastic change in his living environment forced him to suppress his resentment and force himself to cultivate day and night.

He would still recall the horrific deaths of his parents late at night...

And, the carefree childhood of the past.

He also misses his mother and the warm scenes of his family when they were alive.

But now, he has neither the right nor the courage to ask.

Overnight, Yang Shaoqin, who had no mother to teach him, learned many lessons.

His master treated him very well, like family. She would gently tell him to say what he wanted directly, and she would reassure him when he was feeling awkward and at a loss. In short, his master was a very gentle person.

The gentler he was, the more cautious Yang Shaoqin became. He worried that if he didn't behave well and angered his master, he would lose his master altogether.

With this in mind, Yang Shaoqin tried hard to restrain his preferences.

He imitated Shang Fuyan's indifferent demeanor, pretending that he was not interested in anything, which left Sang Huan both amused and helpless.

Upon hearing this, Yang Shaoqin instinctively wanted to refuse again, but Sang Huan turned around at that moment, her eyes crinkling as she beckoned.

"Shaoqin, come and eat! Your Fusang master's wife made this especially for us, so don't spoil her good intentions."

One sentence made Yang Shaoqin, who was about to refuse, instantly obedient. He pursed his lips and ultimately did not refuse.

With a flick of his wrist, he skillfully sheathed his sword and stepped closer to the two men.

"Master..."

Just as he was about to bow and clasp his hands in greeting, Sang Huan reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Alright, it's not like we're from any sect, why all these complicated rules? If Shaoqin keeps this up, I'm going to get angry."

After saying that, he turned to Shang Fuyan and winked at him. Shang Fuyan then handed him a small dish containing sweet potatoes.

"Eat."

After speaking, seeing the fear in Yang Shaoqin's eyes, Shang Fuyan paused slightly, adjusted his tone, and spoke softly.

"You're still young, don't worry about those things. Some things can't be rushed. From now on, we're family. Relax, we're here for you."

Seeing Yang Shaoqin in a daze, Shang Fuyan remained silent for a moment, then reached out and rubbed his head.

"good."

"Little Shaoqin, eat quickly, or it won't taste good when it gets cold. You've made great progress lately, you need to give yourself time to rest, right? Otherwise, pushing yourself too hard and getting sick would be a huge loss. What if your health collapses?"

Sang Huan also peeked out at this moment, and then reached out to pinch Yang Shaoqin's face, which had become much thinner.

Seeing the two people's caring expressions, Yang Shaoqin was stunned for a moment.

The young boy's eyes gradually reddened.

Worried that they would notice something was wrong, he quickly lowered his head and rubbed his eyes hard, then looked up and gave a big smile.

"Okay, I understand! Thank you, Master! Master's wife!"

He took the small plate, scooped out a large spoonful of sweet and soft sweet potato, and put it in his mouth, his eyes becoming increasingly red.

Unconsciously, large tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks. Afraid of being seen, Yang Shaoqin hurriedly turned around and desperately tried to wipe them away.

But the tears kept increasing, and no matter how much she wiped them away, she couldn't get them all clean.

Just then, a sigh came from behind.

Yang Shaoqin panicked and cursed himself for being so insensible, ruining his master and mistress's mood by crying at this moment.

Just as he was blaming himself, a warm breath approached, and his arm, which was vigorously wiping his face, was gently grasped.

"Idiot, what are you afraid of? Nobody's blaming you."

A delicate and pretty face came into view, and a soft silk handkerchief gently wiped away the tears on his face.

Yang Shaoqin stammered, "Master..."

"Yes, Master is here."

Sang Huan carefully wiped away the tears on his face, and only after seeing his clean little face revealed did she nod in satisfaction.

He reached out and pinched Yang Shaoqin's nose, scolding him irritably.

"Master didn't say anything to you, so why are you crying?"

"No, no..."

"So the sweet potato wasn't good, and you found it unpalatable?"

"No, it's not that. It's my fault, Master. Please don't be angry."

Meeting those clear, innocent eyes, Yang Shaoqin quickly shook his head, worried that his actions would displease the other person, and then hurriedly admitted his mistake.

But as soon as she said that, Sang Huan, who had been smiling just now, stopped smiling. She frowned slightly, and although she did not show a serious expression, it still gave Yang Shaoqin a sudden fright.

"Shaoqin."

"Um, Master, I, I..."

"I know you're having a tough time dealing with this sudden family crisis, so I was thinking of giving you some time to process it before we could talk properly. But you've been very depressed these past few months and have refused to communicate with me. Now, I'd like to have a proper talk with you, is that alright?"

"Ah, okay..."

Did they finally realize he was still a disobedient burden and wanted to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson?

Yang Shaoqin nervously clenched his fists, but ultimately obediently lowered his head.

But just as he was nervously waiting for the scolding, Sang Huan's next words completely stunned him.

Then, tears involuntarily fell one by one.

She said...

(There should be a few more chapters before it's finished. I didn't really enjoy writing this world. I was too busy during the Chinese New Year and wanted to take a break and write properly, but then I caught the flu and felt really unwell, sob sob sob. I'm so sorry, my wives QAQ)