"Miss Wu, what are you preparing?" Feng asked.
Feng Wu heard Feng, but she gave him an instruction without looking up. "Mr. Feng, you're right on time. Quick, boil some water for me."
Feng was dumbfounded.
Everywhere he went, he was a revered figure. Even those who worked in the imperial palace treated him with respect, and Zuo Qingluan herself had to address him respectfully. But now, Feng Wu had just told him to boil some water.
Seeing that Feng wasn't moving, Feng Wu urged, "Mr. Feng, hurry up. My hands are full here."
Feng smiled wryly and found Feng Wu very interesting.
He did as he was told. Sitting down behind the biggest stove, he moved a finger slightly, and a flame jumped out from his fingertip to ignite the firewood.
If anyone else saw Feng, the steward who was superior to even a lord, doing such a petty task, they would probably pass out from astonishment.
