Xin Lin's murmurs were a bit unclear to Monk Fengxi.
"Your Highness, Princess, what did you say?"
"I said, I will definitely train well, be a good breeder, and make the spiritual beasts of the Taichang Holy Institute plump and healthy."
Xin Lin patted her chest and promised.
"You seem to have misunderstood again, the meaning of 'breeder'..."
Monk Fengxi wanted to explain further.
But then he thought, as a monk, one should not speak false words.
If he told this to Her Highness, the Princess, would she be scared away?
Old Chen has not found a suitable Spiritual Delicacy Master for a long time, and if scared away, he might lament about it for a long time.
Monk Fengxi sighed.
"So, you're saying this pastry was made by Master Chen? It's indeed quite novel. I'll take a few pieces; the kids at home love them."
Xin Lin was not shy and casually took several pieces.
Monk Fengxi coughed lightly a few times.
"I heard that Your Highness, the Princess, and Master Xin are friends?"
