Bu Yaolian chuckled. "I'm holding a grudge."
Gu Bailu sniffed. "I thought you were simple-minded. Shao Zun bullies you so much but you still like him so much. How can you hold a grudge?"
"Shao Zun is very nice to me. His mouth may be mean, but his heart is gentle."
Gu Bailu smiled and said nothing.
The two of them looked at Qian'er again, only to see that she was holding a shiny piece of iron. It was about the size of a leaf and seemed to be engraved with words.
Qian'er turned around with a melancholic expression. "Master, can you ask the kitchen to feed the white dragon some spirit grass at noon? He doesn't like meat. He's been having a hard time eating meat recently."
Gu Bailu and Bu Yaolian looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Damn, Gu Bailu had really hit the nail on the head.
Gu Bailu felt that she was about to make a breakthrough in her own family arts.
"Of course. My husband will sort it out."