The Young Matriarch
Chapter 590 - Chapter 590 Chapter 590 She Couldnt Get Immortal Teachers

Chapter 590: Chapter 590: She Couldn’t Get Immortal Teacher’s Autograph? Chapter 590: Chapter 590: She Couldn’t Get Immortal Teacher’s Autograph? Tong Qingyan’s lips curved slightly, wondering if Bai Chuwei regretted not going to the audition?

[Tong Qingyan: @Bai Chuwei, if you need it, I’ll try to get an Immortal Teacher’s autograph for you too.]

[Bai Chuwei: Then I’m afraid you won’t be able to get it.]

The smile on Tong Qingyan’s face stiffened a bit, her hand subconsciously gripping her phone tighter as a flash of displeasure crossed her brow.

What did Bai Chuwei mean by that?

Was she cursing her for not being able to get the autograph?

What right did Bai Chuwei have to say she couldn’t get the Immortal Teacher’s autograph?!

From what it looked like in the chat group, the Immortal Teacher seemed to be a very kind old lady, so getting an autograph shouldn’t be a problem.

[Gao Qiaoqiao: @Tong Qingyan, Yanyan, don’t pay attention to her. She’s just sour because she didn’t participate and now she can’t eat grapes! Look forward to your sending me the autograph, love you.]

Bai Yinyin, who usually liked to echo Tong Qingyan, oddly did not show up in the alumni chat group, but instead rather neurotically posted “Ancient Ancestor looking beautiful” on her QQ Space.

After leaving a message in the “Super Brain Scholar” WeChat group saying, “The difficulty of the questions will increase several fold, recording will take place in three days,” Bai Chuwei closed her phone.

Xue Qiu squeaked beside her, ‘Old Ancestor, your Jade Slip is glowing.’

Lying on the desk, there was a square Jade Slip, one corner already emitting a faint blue light.

Jade Slips could be used for communication. Before the invention of the telephone, Cultivators relied on Jade Slips to communicate over long distances.

The reason they still used Jade Slips now was purely because Wanwan and her group of Demonic Cultivators were terrified of being tracked through phones, so the Old Ancestor had no choice but to give them a few Jade Slips.

“Miss Bai, I am… Wanwan. I’ve investigated the first task you assigned me, regarding Madam Xin Fenghua of the Duan Family in Haicheng,” said the burly man, embarrassed. A hulking man weighing 80kg awkwardly calling himself Wanwan.

Bai Chuwei narrowed her eyes slightly, “What’s the situation?”

Wanwan murmured a few sentences, and Bai Chuwei’s expression grew increasingly complex, her delicate features unconsciously furrowing together.

“Alright, I got it.”

Bai Chuwei sat at her desk, gazing silently at the night sky outside the window, where a nearly full moon hung high, her mood somewhat grim.

She wondered what kind of mood Duan Feihan would be in if he knew this news…

After a moment of silence, Bai Chuwei got up and walked down to the kitchen.

The butler saw Bai Chuwei enter the kitchen and became so frightened that his legs nearly gave out when he saw her taking out the flour to make mooncakes, “Miss, if you want to eat mooncakes, I can instruct the chef to make them.”

Bai Chuwei didn’t put much stock in celebrations like Mid-Autumn Festival or Chinese New Year; she often didn’t observe them. So, the butler hadn’t expected Bai Chuwei to be making mooncakes in the kitchen so late!

Bai Chuwei waved her hand, telling the butler to take it easy and not to get scared into having a heart attack, because then she’d have to save him.

As Bai Chuwei was mixing the flour while considering what filling to make, a magnetic voice came from behind her, “Make the five-nut filling.”

Duan Feihan came downstairs from the direction of her bedroom on the second floor toward her. He glanced at the flour in the kitchen and the various filling ingredients the butler had helped Bai Chuwei prepare.

His least favorite was the five-nut filling.

Bai Chuwei had an epiphany, “Five-nut filling? Sure.”

Duan Feihan calmly asked, “Who are you making mooncakes for?”

Without a doubt, it was for her White Moonlight once again.

Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and Bai Chuwei must have been reminiscing about that White Moonlight, wanting to make some handcrafted mooncakes for remembrance.

Bai Chuwei looked slightly bemused, “For you.”

Duan Feihan: “…Can we choose another filling?”