Until the afternoon, a knock on the door echoed.
Lin Jing woke up, then walked out and opened the courtyard door.
Standing at the door was none other than Huang Qingling, and of course, her shoulder's Black Kite.
The Black Kite still glared at Lin Jing with anger, but it did not attack.
Lin Jing was speechless, clearly the victim, he was being targeted by the Black Kite as if it were the one aggrieved.
"Lin Jing, I came early, you don't mind, do you?"
As she spoke, Huang Qingling walked into the yard.
"Qing Ling Daoist jokes," Lin Jing replied.
"Take a seat for a moment, I'll go prepare the ingredients. By the time Elder Yu comes back in the evening, it should be nearly done."
"Okay," said Huang Qingling, who didn't mind at all, went directly to the pavilion in the yard, and sat down, playing with the Black Kite.
Lin Jing also smiled slightly and then paid her no more attention.