The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The next day, the dawn was just beginning.

Zhao Linger was wearing a light blue dress, and her waterfall-like black hair was lightly tied up with a white ribbon, which made her look more fresh and refined.

She asked Song Zhixue for a day off today!

When she came to the sect's market, Zhao Linger carefully selected a bottle of valuable Yunniang Spiritual Wine, which cost her two hundred low-grade spirit stones!

She also bought some fresh dishes with bright colors and a faint spiritual aura.

Zhao Linger was carrying a three-layer lunch box in her hand, and she hurriedly ran towards a residence as if she was running fast.

After asking around, she finally confirmed that this was Lin Xiaoyu's residence.

Arriving at the vermilion gate, Zhao Linger recalled the tossing and turning last night. After a night of deep consideration, she decided to spend more time with Lin Xiaoyu.

Although she knew that it might be difficult for her to stay with Lin Xiaoyu for a long time, it would be great if they could get closer to each other.

After all, in the Xianyun Sect, getting to know more people would make the future path of cultivation smoother.

Moreover, because she was a maid of the fairy, some female disciples of the same sect were hostile to her and hated her.

Only Senior Sister Lin treated her equally and had no prejudice.

"Dong Dong Dong!" Zhao Linger's white jade left hand clenched into a fist, and the knuckles on the back of her hand gently and rhythmically knocked on the door.

After a moment, Zhao Linger keenly heard a slight noise coming from behind the door, as if someone was struggling to open the heavy bolt.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat. She had never been so nervous before!

This feeling of nervousness was even stronger than when Qin Shou opened a way out for her!

Her breathing became slightly rapid, and her hands twisted together unconsciously.

With a "creak", the door slowly opened, and Lin Xiaoyu's graceful figure appeared in front of her.

She first showed a hint of surprise on her face, and then whispered: "Junior Sister Zhao, why are you here?"

Zhao Linger's eyes were cautious and careful, and she whispered: "Junior Sister Lin, I have some questions about my practice, and I want to talk to you, is it okay?"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was afraid of being rejected.

Lin Xiaoyu was slightly startled, and then a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she said: "Of course, Junior Sister Zhao, come in quickly." As she said that, she stepped aside to let Zhao Linger in.

Zhao Linger breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly into the yard with the lunch box. The yard was decorated elegantly and serenely, with several spiritual flowers blooming brilliantly and a faint fragrance lingering in the air.

She followed Lin Xiaoyu into the house and gently placed the lunch box on the table.

Zhao Linger stood there a little awkwardly, fiddling with the corners of her clothes with her hands unconsciously, and said, "Sister Lin, I... I brought you some wine and food."

Lin Xiaoyu looked at her nervous look and smiled even more. She said softly, "Sister Zhao, there's no need to be so reserved. Come, sit down."

Zhao Linger sat down slowly and looked up at Lin Xiaoyu secretly. She was wearing a light blue dress, like a fairy, with long black hair falling on her shoulders like a waterfall. Her face was beautiful and gentle, and her eyes were filled with a reassuring light.

Zhao Linger calmed down and said with courage: "Sister Lin, I'm not here to discuss cultivation with you. I... I've always admired you and wanted to be good friends with you."

Lin Xiaoyu was stunned at first, and then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She grasped Zhao Linger's hands, which were white and soft, as if carrying a hint of warmth.

She smiled, her mouth slightly raised, revealing two shallow dimples, and whispered: "Sister Zhao, are you serious? You want to be friends with me?"

"Really!" Zhao Linger answered firmly, with a hint of imperceptible excitement in her voice.

She felt the touch and temperature of Lin Xiaoyu's hand, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. The warm touch seemed to penetrate her skin and directly into her heart, making her feel dizzy with happiness. Oh my God, she touched Sister Lin's hand so easily!

This feeling is like a dream.

Lin Xiaoyu looked at Zhao Linger's shy appearance, her smile became more gentle, and she said softly: "Then we must get along well in the future, Junior Sister Zhao."

Zhao Linger nodded repeatedly, with a gleam in her eyes, "Yes, I will, Senior Sister Lin. Try the wine and food I brought, they are all carefully selected by me!"

After saying that

, she gently opened the lunch box she brought.

The moment the lunch box was opened, an alluring aroma came to her nose and instantly filled the entire room.

She carefully took out the dishes one by one and placed them on the table. The exquisite dishes were placed like works of art.

Then, she took out two crystal clear cups, which reflected charming brilliance under the light.

She raised her hands lightly and slowly poured the wine into the cups, and the wine rippled slightly in the cups.

"Well! Both the food and the wine are very fragrant!"

Lin Xiaoyu praised with her red lips, and the voice was as pleasant as a yellow warbler out of the valley.

When Zhao Linger heard Lin Xiaoyu's praise, her heart was as sweet as eating honey, and a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"Sister Lin, try it!" She picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed them in front of Lin Xiaoyu, her eyes full of expectation.

"Wait a moment, I have prepared some food, you can try my cooking!" Lin Xiaoyu said softly with a sweet smile.

"Oh, it would be my great honor if I could taste the delicious food made by Senior Sister Lin!"

Zhao Linger responded with a sweet smile, her eyes flashing with excitement.

Hearing the praise, Lin Xiaoyu ran out of the house quickly, and soon came back with a small plate of cakes.

"This is the osmanthus cake I made by myself!"

On the exquisite porcelain plate, four square cakes with pink and white stripes were neatly arranged, like four small and exquisite jades, exuding an alluring sweet fragrance.

On the cakes, the osmanthus flowers were faintly visible, as if they were fairy powder sprinkled by fairies.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Zhao Linger couldn't help but exclaimed. She really didn't expect that Senior Sister Lin's cooking skills were so superb!

Suddenly, a chill surged in her heart.

Thinking that she was born in an imperial family, her ten fingers had never touched the water of the spring spring, and the food she brought was all purchased from outside. In this comparison, she suddenly felt that she was very bad!

"Junior Brother Qin, he used to love eating my osmanthus cake very much. Originally, I planned to ask him to taste it again, but I never thought that he actually went down the mountain to practice!"

Lin Xiaoyu gently placed the exquisite porcelain plate on the table, pointed at the cake with her jade finger and said slowly.

Hearing this, Zhao Linger's heart became even colder. It turned out that after all the fuss, this cake was originally prepared for Qin Shou, and she just happened to catch the opportunity to pick up the bargain!

Lin Xiaoyu didn't notice that Zhao Linger was a little depressed at the moment. She pointed at the cake with a smile and said, "Junior Sister Zhao, come and try a piece!"

"Hmm!" Zhao Linger shook off the disappointment in her heart, stretched out her jade hand to pick up a piece of exquisite osmanthus cake, slowly approached her mouth, and suddenly a strong fragrance of osmanthus and rice came to her nose.

She unconsciously secreted saliva in her mouth. She also loved to eat this osmanthus cake when she was a child, but the rules in the palace were very strict. You can't eat too much, just because you are afraid of breaking your teeth.

With full of expectations, she opened her mouth and put the cake into her mouth.

Then, she gently took a small bite and tasted it carefully.

Suddenly, the expression on her face froze, and she looked up at Lin Xiaoyu with a strange look.

"What's the matter?" Lin Xiaoyu tilted her head slightly, with a puzzled look on her face.