With a heart full of gratitude, Wang Xiaole ate the pudding with a unique sweetness, and at the moment when he swallowed it, he let his brain inform his digestive organs:

"This thing can't be digested. It can be preserved for twenty or thirty years!"

Just as he was feeling good, his Feeding Play with Qiuyan entered the next stage.

"Ahhh~~~"

Although giving leftovers to the master was not polite, Qiuyan at least knew some other things.

In Feeding Play, the most crucial detail is not what food to feed, nor whether the food is tasty.

The most important thing is the "Ah" sound shouted delicately by the Feeder.

Qiuyan knew at least this, so he learned from the previous negligence and, with a casual attitude, started the second round.

Although it was called the second round, Qiuyan still extended the half piece of pudding to Wang Xiaole's mouth as at the beginning;

The previous feeding was interrupted by Isabella's timely action;

Strictly speaking:

This feeding was actually a continuation of the previous round.

With fork and knife in front, Wang Xiaole's mouth remained closed, and the reasons for this were rather complex.

First, he was not hungry;

Second, he had no intention of playing the couple game with an opposite gender without mutual affection;

Lastly, the most crucial point:

Isabella was sitting next to him, watching her master.

Joking aside, how could he open his mouth?

Not to mention Wang Xiaole, a cunning person; even some naive individuals would not engage in such self-sabotaging behavior.

If one cannot do that, then what should be done?

Answer:

Nothing needs to be done at all!

Like those encountering bears in the wild, at this moment, Wang Xiaole just needed to react like a lifeless body.

The reaction of a lifeless body, in detail, means no reaction at all.

Regardless of how close the pudding got to his mouth or how Qiuyan's fingers poked around his face, Wang Xiaole at this moment was like a soul out of his body, showing no response.

Whether Qiuyan exerted too much force to pry open his mouth or the chef's skill was too high, or the elasticity of the pudding was too good...

After hearing a soft sound of "pudd", the pudding flung off the fork, smacked Wang Xiaole's face without suspense, instantly smudging half of his face.

It must be admitted that Wang Xiaole had a talent for working in a wax museum;

Because even now, he sat silently, not even blinking his eyelids.

"Are you really a maid? I have never seen anyone as incompetent as you," Isabella sighed, and it was rare for someone to make her sigh, even reluctantly, in this world.

Isabella did not have the habit of carrying a handkerchief with her, so the spare handkerchief used later to wipe her master's face was placed on the table.

While wiping, Isabella inadvertently revealed her weakness of not being good at taking care of people;

To be precise:

She did not control her strength well, and by the time she finished wiping her master's cheek, she noticed that his face had wrinkled significantly, like a crumpled tissue.

Realizing her mistake, Isabella did not say anything, but as soon as she put down the handkerchief, her hands tightly clenched together.

Although confident in usual situations, Isabella always worried at certain moments that she wouldn't do well.

If Bai Meow seemed like the kind of straightforward child who observed the demeanor of adults after doing something wrong;

Then Isabella was very much like the responsible child who couldn't sit still after making a mistake.

Because she was responsible, even if Isabella kept quiet about her worries, she would not feel good inside.

What others said was secondary; the main thing was that once Isabella had something on her mind, she would bottle it up, accumulating pressure until it became suffocating.

Seeing through his disciple's thoughts, Wang Xiaole moved his face with wrinkled cheeks, giving a grandfatherly smile and patting her shoulder to show that he didn't mind.

It was a small gesture, but it was important to Isabella, showing that the master understood her feelings.

Perhaps thinking that the previous feeding went well, now the re-energized Wang Xiaole picked up the utensils to feed his disciple again.

The chef had not prepared only one dessert, giving Wang Xiaole some room for choice;

Next, he cut a small piece of cake and offered it to his disciple's lips.

At that moment, Isabella did not understand the master's intention; she did not even consider that he was feeding her.

"Hoo!"

Misunderstanding would naturally lead to mistakes.

As that single-word signal, Isabella subconsciously pouted and blew at the small piece of cake;

Then, she calmly looked at her master, simply indicating to him:

"It's time to eat!"

Compared to an unqualified newcomer, Isabella undoubtedly had the potential to be a maid;

At that moment, she showed an understanding of blowing on food before the master ate, a practice commonly done by maids when serving soup.

Of course, with cakes, apart from blowing out candles on top, there was generally no need to blow on them.

Influenced by the blowing of the disciple, for a moment, Wang Xiaole almost thought he was about to taste something hot and steamy.

But then he realized:

The disciple thought he was passing the cake for her to blow on, not knowing it was meant for her to eat.

Wang Xiaole did not bother to explain the misunderstanding immediately but repeated the previous action a little later, exclaiming:

"Ahhh~~~"

Upon hearing this prompting-like sound, Isabella suddenly understood.

The master was feeding her something to eat!

Realizing this, she felt happy, though the happy occasion was somewhat trivial, it did not stop her from smiling.

In the next moment, like a young bird begging for food from its mother bird, she opened her thin lips.

The degree of Isabella's happiness now gave Wang Xiaole reason to believe:

Even with a simulated animal tail, once attached to her, it could quickly wag.

Isabella's inner thoughts at that moment echoed what she later said with her mouth:

"The taste of the cake was average, but with the added flavor of the master, its deliciousness instantly tripled!"

"What does the flavor of the master taste like? Does it taste like MSG? Or should the master create a new brand of MSG under his name?"

From this joke, it was easy to hear that the atmosphere between the two was indeed very good.

Since there were only three people present, it was Qiuyan who definitely noticed the atmosphere between them.

To be honest, everything Qiuyan had done before was not to compete with Isabella, nor did she view her as a rival.

Everything Qiuyan did was to become a qualified maid;

Although she was definitely unqualified in terms of ability and lacked self-awareness of her own shortcomings, she had at least mastered one skill.

Qiuyan was a girl who understood the atmosphere, knowing that as a maid, even when nothing needed to be done, she absolutely could not disturb the master at that moment.

The indoor lighting was adequate, so Qiuyan did not need to become a high-wattage bulb.

So, during a temporary break in tasks, she relaxed and leaned against the table.

As soon as there was a thud, Isabella, who came to her senses, was most concerned about whether the maid's forehead had smashed the table in front of her.

Ironically, Wang Xiaole was also worried about the table.

Every single item in the palace was a shared possession of these two, so their worries were justified and reasonable.

Before long, a gentle breath sounded, and Wang Xiaole once again witnessed Qiuyan's exceptionally fast falling asleep speed.

It wasn't that he was concerned about her; rather, the sporadic noises made it unbearable for Wang Xiaole to continue staying there.

Isabella felt the same way.

She called in a few real maids on-site and had them help carry Qiuyan to the guest room.

It was unsure how tomorrow would turn out, but on this night, Isabella had indeed made a judgment on Qiuyan.

"It's about time. Master, let's return to the room."

Like a knight escorting a queen, Wang Xiaole took his disciple's hand and walked back to the room with her.

Lucia and Charley were not present; Freya, Cai, and Bai Meow had already been informed by Wang Xiaole that they did not need to wait for him tonight.

With this arrangement, the two in the new room finally had a rare opportunity to be alone.

"Disciple, take a bath, and the master will wait here for a while."

Taking a bath did not mean Isabella was planning anything in particular; in fact, she did it simply because there was nothing else to do.

Unable to pass the time through work anymore, she could only bathe first to get through the long night and think about what they could do next with the master in the meantime.

"Don't peek."

Before entering the bathroom, Isabella specially turned back to warn Wang Xiaole.

It wasn't a sarcastic remark; it meant just as it sounded – Isabella felt shy.

She proved with her own experience:

Even when married, she still felt embarrassed!

It wasn't until she entered the bathroom that she began undressing; meanwhile, Wang Xiaole, who was sitting on the bed, refrained from peeking, resisting the temptation to watch the enticing figure moving within the room.

Not wanting to confront his disciple, Wang Xiaole dismissed the idea of peeking and pulled out his phone, starting to watch the anime series airing in October 2019.

Although his eyes were fixed on the screen, sitting on the large bed, his mind was filled with images of his disciple bathing.

After a moment of absent-mindedness, he heard the water in the bathroom suddenly stop, followed by the door opening and the sound of approaching footsteps.

As a lovely fragrance wafted over, Wang Xiaole turned his head to see Isabella standing elegantly beside him.

She was clad in a thin as cicada wings black nightgown, the jade-like skin exuding a delicate fragrance, displaying smooth and silky texture;

Her cheeks, tinted with a creamy hue, were slightly red from the warm water, radiant and enchanting like blooming peach blossoms.

Below the smooth abdomen, lay a slender waist and the pert, full curves of her buttocks;

The slender and straight pink legs were wrapped in triangular briefs at the base, creating a mound-like bulge in secrecy. Wang Xiaole raised his hand at the sight of his legal wife's beauty, glanced at the electronic device in his hand, and then looked up to observe his disciple. In that instant, he made a decision and quickly passed the object in his hand as far away as possible. Meow, why are you still looking at the phone? Tonight, he would still fulfill his duty as the imperial husband...