Moh Li's heart skipped a beat, then he suddenly realized, was he caught red-handed?
"Right, Master."
Moh Li obediently followed, Old Han sadly glanced at the meal beside him, oh how he wanted to eat it, but he had to deal with that unruly kid first.
"Xingxing, why don't you go check on those few?"
Old Han thought for a moment, looked outside; those three outside were almost breaking down, just kids, a little scare is enough, no need to let them collapse.
"Um, I was just about to look for them."
Bai Zhi hadn't thought to just let them stay out there indefinitely.
Bai Zhi glanced over and directly dug out the Roasted Chicken, two big clumps of mud?
"What are you doing with the mud?"
Old Han didn't quite understand, Bai Zhi just smiled and didn't speak, only looked towards the study.
"Master, you should go get the books."
Old Han: "..." In the end, who is the master, and who is the apprentice?
"Let's go, Moh Li."
Well, well, whoever cooks gets to call the shots.