Sizhui was calmly bandaging up one of Jin Ling’s wounds in the 3 disciples room, it was 00 and Jingyi wasn’t in their room yet.

After a bit Jingyi comes back, “GUYS! I made muffins!”

Jin Ling rolls his eyes, “It’s like 00, and I’m guessing there burnt again.”

Jingyi ignores him, turning to Lan sizhui. There was some stains on Jingyis robes from baking; of course he couldn’t not make a mess, “Chocolate chip muffins are met to be all black right?” He asks Sizhui.