"Uh...that's not true, we are a cultivating sect." Changgui said, always feeling a little embarrassed. He slowly closed the lunch box and looked around, trying to find a way to escape.
However, when the chef came just now, the students all cooperated to get out of the way. Now, everyone watching the excitement has surrounded the place.
The chef paused after hearing Changgui's explanation: "The sect of cultivating immortals...could cultivating immortals also help with cooking skills?"
Chang Gui couldn't answer. If it was the sect owner, he thought it was possible. But the problem was that only the sect owner could cook the dishes that could improve his cultivation. He was no longer the ignorant child he was before. After seeing so much of the colorful world, he already had a preliminary understanding of some things.
At least, the only thing that can be determined is that the sect leader's ability is absolutely unique, because after he has read so many books and learned so many things about cultivation, everything tells him that if he is born without spiritual roots, he is not destined to the great road...
But he himself is a living example. After eating the sect master's food, he awakened his spiritual root, and it was a top-grade mutated fire spiritual root.
Thinking of this, Chang Gui suddenly felt a little worried. He could no longer waste time here. He had to hurry up and practice. Otherwise, how could he protect the sect master?
The chef noticed that Changgui was distracted, and he stuffed the braised pork bibimbap into his mouth at lightning speed!
Chang Gui, who had packed his lunch box and was about to leave, couldn't help but frown. It wasn't that he felt sorry for the rice, but it was just the spoon he was using just now, so it was a bit disgusting...
Everyone is paying attention to the chef and wants to hear his evaluation. It is not clear whether some people want to hear a good evaluation or a bad evaluation.
All we can know is that after the chef swallowed, his eyes once again burst into astonishing light. He locked eyes with Chen Changgui, stepped forward, and grabbed Changgui's shoulders with his thick hands: "Where is our master?!"
A question mark slowly appeared on Chang Gui's head.
"To be honest, your junior brother and I also have such a spiritual root. Although the grade is only low, it is certainly not worthless. I can't keep up with my cultivation. Junior brother, I can still do odd jobs and run errands... It's so hard for the master to cook, so can I, junior brother. Help!"
Changgui looked at the chef's lips that kept opening and closing. The words "junior brother" that kept coming out of his mouth made Changgui feel a little dizzy...
Who can tell him when this uncle who looks to be in his thirties or forties actually became his junior brother? !
"Uncle, calm down!" Changgui quickly stopped, "Whether our sect will accept disciples or not, it won't matter if I say it. If you really want to join, uncle, just find a time to talk to the sect leader. It's better not to do it now. Call yourself Junior Brother to avoid misunderstanding! I, I have something to do, I have to leave first!”
At this time, Changgui no longer cared about anything. He used his own cultivation to rush out of the crowd and ran to the monastery at a loss. His speed was like a wild dog running loose.
It’s terrible!
After the chef reacted, where was Chang Gui's figure? He shouted in confusion: "Hey! Who is our sect leader and where does he live?!" Zheng Tuo, who had sneaked in at some point in the crowd, clenched his fists again. Unexpectedly, this was the result!