Chapter 53

Both Ye Baizhi and Da Bao knew that the Rabbit Tribe would assume they were dead. After all, the assassins who came that night had been formidable. However, as long as Ye Baizhi and Da Bao stayed away, the Rabbit Tribe would remain safe—for now.

If they returned, beast assassins would surely be watching. Even demonic beasts and dark energy would continue to target them. There would be another attempt on their lives. That meant they couldn’t go back, not until they were strong enough.

Ye Baizhi fell into deep thought. “We don’t need to rush out yet—let’s focus on recovery first.”

She had overheard Ye Wulan’s conversation with Da Bao earlier. His body needed to heal a bit more before he could seal Da Bao’s spiritual aura.

“Alright.”

Ye Baizhi swiftly wrapped wontons, preparing enough for three people. Once done, she placed them into boiling water.

Meanwhile, Ye Wulan had gone to the courtyard to gather firewood. Without hesitation, he sat down by the hearth, tending the fire.

“I’ll do it.”

Ye Baizhi nodded. “Alright.”

After all, as a healer in the Rabbit Tribe, he was accustomed to boiling medicine and tending fires.

“You were your tribe’s heir when you lived in the tribe, weren’t you? Did you ever need to do these kinds of tasks yourself?”

A pure-blooded Enchanter Beast—Xue Youchen had referred to him as the prince of the Enchanter Demon Clan. That meant he must have been the clan’s successor.

Ye Wulan let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t think I ever had to do anything?”

Ye Baizhi tilted her head. “I assumed someone of your status was always served by others.”

Ye Wulan shook his head. “Not at all. As a male beast, there are many things to learn.”

“How else would I know how to care for my mate?” He glanced at her, his words carrying clear intent.

At that moment, his striking features softened, his gaze overflowing with quiet warmth, his voice rich and low—easily stirring the heart. Even a fleeting glance into his eyes seemed enough to trap someone in their mesmerizing glow.

Ye Baizhi coughed softly, quickly looking away. She focused on the pot, pouring water into it. She used spiritual spring water, which would make the dish even more flavorful. Once it came to a boil, she added the wontons and gently stirred them with a ladle.

Thankfully, this kitchen was well-equipped with all the necessary cookware.

As they neared completion, Ye Baizhi tossed in scallions, cracked an egg, and added some seasonings. It was a shame there was no seaweed—that would have made it even tastier.

Once the wontons were cooked, she ladled three generous bowls onto the table.

“It’s ready—time to eat.”

After tidying up, the three of them sat down for breakfast.

Although Da Bao was still a child, he didn’t need help eating—he could sit on his own and eat obediently.

At first, Ye Baizhi had thought she needed to help him, but he insisted otherwise. He always said, “Da Bao can eat by himself.”

He was far too independent.

Watching him, Ye Baizhi thought that having more children would be wonderful. Ever since Da Bao was born, she had realized how much she loved children. Just looking at him filled her heart with joy, wiping away any worries. Even talking to him was like soothing the soul.

It felt as if a child’s presence could create a sanctuary of peace.

Da Bao scooped up a spoonful of soup. He blew on it with his small mouth, gently cooling it.

Seeing his eagerness, Ye Baizhi smiled warmly. “Eat slowly—be careful, it’s hot.”

Da Bao beamed. “Mother, it smells amazing!”

“It’s different from the food you made before—it looks delicious.”

Ye Baizhi chuckled. “Mm, this is flour-based food. I’ll make all kinds of dishes with it for you.”

“Tonight, we’ll wrap dumplings.”

Ye Wulan watched as Da Bao hurried to eat. But the wontons were still steaming hot.

With a slight movement of his fingers, a wave of energy swept over Da Bao’s bowl, cooling the wontons just enough.

However, using his power drained Ye Wulan further, leaving his face even paler.

Sensing this, Da Bao looked at him with concern. “I can eat later. Father Ye, your health is more important.”

Ye Wulan gently stroked Da Bao’s hair. “You’re still young—you shouldn’t go hungry. Eat up.”

Ye Wulan truly adored Da Bao. He had never seen a child so thoughtful, especially one who had just been born—it was astonishing. In the past, he hadn’t thought much about children. To him, they were simply a means of continuing the Enchanter Demon tribe’s bloodline.

But now, he realized he genuinely liked them. More importantly—her child.

Da Bao nodded obediently. “Mm-hmm.” He scooped up a wonton and took a bite. As the flavor spread across his tongue, his eyes lit up with excitement. “Mother, it’s so delicious!”

“This is the best food Da Bao has ever tasted!” With that, he wasted no time and eagerly continued eating, one bite after another. His cheeks were puffed up like a little hamster—adorably round.

Ye Baizhi couldn’t help but feel the urge to poke his soft cheeks. But since he was eating, she resisted the temptation.

“Eat as much as you like. If it’s not enough, I’ll make more.” However, she had already prepared plenty.

Despite being a child, Da Bao had quite an appetite. “Mother, this is enough. I’ll save room for lunch.”

Ye Baizhi chuckled. This little one was turning into quite the foodie. “Alright.”

She glanced at Ye Wulan. “You should eat too.”

Seeing his pale complexion, Ye Baizhi felt a tug of sympathy.

After everything his clan had suffered, the weight of his loss must have been immense. And from what he had described, she knew that the Enchanter Demon tribe had been betrayed from within—the protective barriers and formations had been destroyed by traitors, allowing their enemies to strike at the heart of their people.

She thought to herself—she should keep preparing delicious food, something to soothe his wounded soul.

Maybe, over time, he could learn to love this world again.

“Mm, alright.” Ye Wulan took a bite of the wontons, his expression shifting into sheer disbelief, his eyes gleaming with a soft, rippling warmth. It was as if a sudden rush of comfort flooded his heart—like sunlight gently washing over him.

Ye Baizhi watched his reaction and couldn’t help but ask, “How is it?”

“Does it taste good?”

A faint smile surfaced in Ye Wulan’s gaze. “Mm, very delicious.”

“This is truly a fine meal.”

“I have never tasted anything like it before.”

Even in the most prosperous days of his tribe, having sampled countless dishes, nothing had ever carried this flavor.

It was exceptional—like a breeze caressing the soul, brushing away fatigue and sorrow, leaving behind only warmth; like sweet spring water nourishing a parched heart, breathing life into it once more.

What a pleasant surprise!

Ye Wulan ate slowly, deliberately, his every movement carrying an air of grace and refinement. The upbringing of a noble was woven into his every gesture. It was as if he was savoring the very essence of the food.

Seeing the soft glow in his gaze, Ye Baizhi felt reassured.

“There are even better dishes—I’ll prepare meals for you every day, and soon, you’ll understand.”

After breakfast, nourished by food and spiritual energy, Ye Wulan’s complexion had noticeably improved.

Da Bao, his belly round and full, rolled around on the bed, excitement shining in his eyes.

“Oh, Mother! You said we’d cook sugarcane syrup—let’s go cut some sugarcane!”

“Alright.” Ye Baizhi turned to Ye Wulan. “You can rest at home if you’d like. We’ll go and be back soon.”

“I’ll come with you.”

Ye Wulan donned a cloak, pulling the hood up to conceal his face. Then, without hesitation, he picked up Da Bao, ready to head out alongside Ye Baizhi.

Watching him, a realization struck her. “You… Are you afraid of sunlight?”