Of course, Qiong Xing had also quietly given Albe the one Cari made.
"Thanks to you, Albe, we were able to make something delicious. Thank you."
"It's nothing."
His words sounded curt, but the ears that was visible as he turned away were red.
Qiong Xing thought it was cute, but he kept quiet, thinking Albe might sulk if he said it aloud.
That afternoon, they visited Hofmann again.
After finishing lunch and trying to return to his room, Qiong Xing had been practically dragged away.
Hofmann grabbed his arm without a word and, ignoring Qiong Xing's surprise, he led him to the workshop.
"Sit."
As Qiong Xing sat in the prepared chair as told, Hofmann approached him while holding a small knife.
Huh? Is he going to kill me?
Even if they were not exactly close, Qiong Xing thought they had become friendly enough to talk normally.
"Did I do something to make you angry?"
"?"
Hofmann looked puzzled as Qiong Xing tilted his head in confusion.
"What exactly is you trying to cut?"
