Ye Changan squinted his peach-blossom eyes, holding a wooden plaque in his hand, the gentle and soft young man also exuded a hint of helplessness.
"Master went out early again to look for predestined people, and later you remember to deliver his meal, I think he's lost his breakfast money again."
Su Qian waved his hand and raised a big curve, looking up and down Ye Changan with a smile on his face.
"Got it."
Feeling self-conscious under his gaze, Ye Changan trembled slightly and looked over suspiciously.
"What mischief are you planning now?"
"Ah? No, I'm just planning to deliver breakfast to Master as usual."
The young man, with a face devoid of sharp edges and exuding warmth, sighed deeply and decided against arguing the point, carrying the item as he walked outside.
Although Su Qian was already sixteen years old, he was indeed one of the juniors in the Taoist temple.