Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Nangong Mo looked down at the sweet potato in his hand, frowning as he inspected it carefully.

"It shouldn’t be burnt... right?"

"Not burnt? Why do I smell something burnt?"

Nangong Mo stood up, holding the sweet potato on a fork, and walked to Yun Ran to show it to her.

"The skin is puffed up, showing a reddish-black color. A gentle knock makes a hollow sound. If you smell it, there’s a sweet and mellow aroma. It should be what you call crispy outside and tender inside."

Yun Ran eyed the sweet potato, red turned black, hard turned rigid. She then glanced at his face, which seemed to say ’I roasted the perfect sweet potato, praise me quick,’ and her mouth twitched slightly.

"I think it’s crispy outside and even crispier inside!"

"How is that possible?"

The man was quite disapproving. He peeled the roasted sweet potato right in front of Yun Ran...

One layer, two layers, three layers...

Gray, still gray, still gray!

Only a yolk-sized portion in the center was still sweet potato...

How could this happen?

Yun Ran looked at him with lines of exasperation on her forehead. "Speaking of which, do you have some deep-seated hatred with sweet potatoes? Why did you roast them to ash?"

If he must say, there’s a bit to it. Sweet potatoes are more favored than he is!

"In the past, when the lord went on military campaigns, he roasted wild chickens and rabbits. It’s a bit different from sweet potatoes. Let me roast another for you."

Watching Nangong Mo return to the fire pit, Yun Ran couldn’t help but remind him, "Be careful this time, don’t roast it to ash again."

Is this girl feeling sorry for the sweet potato?

This time, Nangong Mo heeded the lesson and didn’t dare get distracted, flipping the sweet potato with a stick without pause.

Once it was cooked, he quickly took it to Yun Ran, and then waited expectantly for her praise.

"How is it? How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

[Although it’s not as good as Third Senior Brother’s roasted sweet potatoes, to achieve this on the second try is really impressive!]

Yun Ran smiled and handed him a small flower, "The taste is good! A reward for you~!"

The man looked at the flower in his hand, pursing his thin lips, his expression dark.

She’s eating the roasted sweet potato he made, but thinking about another man.

The man silently gritted his back teeth, and turned to sit back down by the fire pit.

[Why did he leave without saying a word?]

[His expression... what’s he sulking about this time?]

Nangong Mo looked up at Yun Ran with a faint glance: The lord is jealous! The lord is unhappy! But the lord cannot say!

Can’t the lord even have a bit of expression?

The dancing flames reflected in his eyes, deep as still water, like stars falling upon a moonlit sea, captivating.

Yun Ran looked into his eyes...

"Nangong Mo, come over here for a moment."

Nangong Mo hesitated for a moment before walking over with his sweet potato.

Yun Ran shook her head slightly in disbelief, "Isn’t it still uncooked? What are you bringing it for?"

"Keep it here, what if it turns to ash again?"

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[Couldn’t Feng Xuan or Ying Yue take a look? What, you worried they’ll steal it from you?]

"What do you want the lord over here for?"

Yun Ran beckoned him closer, "Bring your head a little closer."

"You want to kiss the lord?"

In the next instant, the man’s handsome face suddenly magnified before her eyes, so close his long eyelashes almost brushed her face.

She slapped his handsome face away, "Get back a bit, I didn’t call you that close."

The man blinked gently, looking innocent, "But aren’t you going to kiss the lord? It would be hard to reach from afar."

"Who wants to kiss you? Can you stop talking nonsense!"

"Then you want to..."

"I intend to blindfold you!"

Then he wouldn’t have to work so hard pretending to be blind anymore...

As she watched the girl’s slender hand reach for his eyes, the man tightened his thin lips, "Lin Wanyue, you really want to blindfold me?"

Of course, Yun Ran wouldn’t do such a thing.

She just wanted to study his eyes.

Though she had suspected him of seeing multiple times, whenever she looked closely, she found no flaw, those eyes indeed resembled a blind person’s.

Yun Ran thought, he must have done some special disguise.

But after she tinkered with his eyes for quite a while, even plucking several of his eyelashes, she still couldn’t figure out anything.

"Lin Wanyue, if you want to know something, why not just ask directly?"

Yun Ran glared at his eyes for a moment; she felt that if she continued, his eyelashes might go bald...

Which would be quite a pity.

"Your eyes, how do they look like a blind person’s?"

Nangong Mo silently took out a small transparent glass bottle from his sleeve, with a clear liquid inside like water.

Yun Ran took the small bottle from his palm and shook it, "What is this? How do you use it? Drink it?"

Does this girl’s first reaction whenever she sees something always revolve around eating?

How about when she sees him?

Has he become less than this bottle...?

Yun Ran slapped him on the head, "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and speak!"

"A drop in each eye can make them look no different from a blind person’s, lasting for three hours per drop."

Yun Ran suddenly recalled that Sixth Senior Brother loved tinkering with all sorts of bizarre stuff.

For instance, a potion that, once ingested, could make a man sound like a woman, or a woman sound like a man.

Or a wax that changed skin tone when applied, available in various colors including white, red, black, green, and yellow.

Yun Ran shook the small bottle and raised her eyebrows, "Isn’t this concocted by that army doctor who’s so-close-with-you?"

"Lin Wanyue, please mind your words."

They were clearly innocent, what ’so-close’? Where’s the closeness?

Seeing his gloomy face, Yun Ran felt quite delighted, smiling with her eyes curved.

"Hasn’t your ambiguous relationship been woven into a story, spreading wide and far? Is it even worth hiding?"

This irritating girl! A master of provocation and rumor-mongering!

"Who said this? The lord shall have a chat with her."

Yun Ran directly rolled her eyes at him, "Why? You plan to kill her to silence her? Have some humanity, will you?"

Nangong Mo: "...Fine, I’ll go roast a sweet potato."

The man quietly turned his wheelchair back to the fire pit and focused on roasting his sweet potato.

This time, it was particularly successful.

In fact, Yun Ran already ate one but still ate this one too, nearly stuffing herself to death.

"Lin Wanyue, are you satisfied?"

Yun Ran casually plucked a blade of grass and handed it to him, "Excellent talent! Here, a reward for you~!"

Nangong Mo gazed at the grass in his hand...

"Lin Wanyue, could the lord choose a different reward?"

"Why? Do you prefer flowers? Want one?"

"No, the lord doesn’t want a flower."

The man quickly shook his head, eyes fixed on her, gently curved his lips, "The lord would like... you to kiss the lord."