Before transmigrating, Zhuo Qihua was an orphan. The aunties at the orphanage all praised him as a good, obedient child who wasn't picky about food.
After transmigrating into the body of Pei Zixiao's master, Zhuo Qihua was spoiled by his own disciple until he became picky about food and learned to act tsundere.
At first, Pei Zixiao thought taking care of a master was exhausting.
Later, he realized that this master was actually quite sweet.
Later still, he declared that his master belonged to him, and nobody else could have him. Anyone who tried would be killed.
Early in their cultivation journey.
Pei Zixiao: Master, someone wants to beat me up.
Zhuo Qihua, chewing on the beef jerky his disciple made, didn't even look up: Tell Xiao Hei to bite him to death. Then smash him with an immortal artifact.
Having a rich master is great.
Midway through their cultivation journey.
Pei Zixiao: Master, dinner will be ready once you're dressed. Today's roast chicken was made with a Xifeng I caught from Martial Uncle's treasured pet garden.
Zhuo Qihua obediently held out his arms for his disciple to dress him, then sat down and drooled while waiting to eat.
Sect Leader: Why are my Xifeng missing? I raised them with so many high-grade spirit stones! Waaaah! X﹏X
Switching to demonic cultivation.
Dressed in black, Pei Zixiao gave Zhuo Qihua a wicked smile: Master, would you like to come with me to the Demon Realm?
Zhuo Qihua hesitated, thinking he hadn't tried the food in the Demon Realm yet. He popped a raisin his disciple had just handed him into his mouth. Can we bring Xiao Hei too?
Pei Zixiao, doting on him: Of course.
At first, the master fiercely protects his young disciple. Later, they're both powerful.
The general setup: a poker-faced master who is actually just lazy and a foodie, the receiver, versus an outwardly obedient, possessive top who is an excellent cook.
Note: This is a brainless little sweet treat, set in a fictional world. Cultivation and everything else are made up. If anything seems familiar, let's find someone to read our compatibility.
One-on-one, sweet as can be.
Feel free to point out typos. Personal attacks are forbidden, but chicken attacks are fine.
