Let Go of Those Grains, Let Me Handle It

After a brief spell of speechlessness, Sū Nán looked at the Aoliang Roast Chicken in Li Zhōujūn's hand. Her big eyes lit up as she said, "Wow! Master, it smells so good!"

Li Zhōujūn smiled. "Of course. The moment your master makes a move, you know whether he's got it. This is a Foundation Establishment Realm chicken. One drumstick is enough for you—eating too much won't be good for your body."

After saying that, Li Zhōujūn tore off a drumstick for Sū Nán, then walked over to the table and sat down, digging in by himself.

The Aoliang Roast Chicken entered his mouth, and a long-missed flavor instantly flooded Li Zhōujūn's taste buds.

He remembered that the last time he had eaten Aoliang Roast Chicken was the last time.

And back then, he had still been on Earth, before he transmigrated.

Meanwhile, Sū Nán looked at the drumstick in her hand, then at the greater half of the chicken in Li Zhōujūn's hands, silently griping in her heart, He really is my own master!

Sū Nán then took a bite of the drumstick in her hand, and her little face immediately froze.

It was so delicious!

Not only that, she could clearly feel a gentle energy entering her limbs and bones along with the chicken meat, making her feel as though she were immersed in a hot spring.

A Foundation Establishment Realm chicken was a chicken demon, right?

Sū Nán had previously read about the realms of cultivators and demons in a book.

It was said that Foundation Establishment Realm demons could already speak human language, and in some places, people would even worship them as mountain gods.

Yet now, her master had roasted a Foundation Establishment Realm chicken demon as though it were an ordinary chicken. From this alone, it was clear that her master was an unquestionable powerhouse!

Of course, what Sū Nán did not know was that the chicken in her hands had been hunted down by Li Zhōujūn while playing dirty.

But as Sū Nán continued eating the drumstick in her hand, two streams of blood unknowingly began flowing from her nose.

Then she fainted.

Li Zhōujūn, who had been eating with great relish, was stunned when he saw this. "Good heavens, even one drumstick was too nourishing. Next time, I'll just let this girl have a chicken butt."

Though he said that, Li Zhōujūn still carried Sū Nán into a room and let her rest.

Early the next morning.

Sū Nán slowly opened her eyes and woke up in one of the rooms at Yunju Palace.

"Eh, it smells so good!"

Having just woken up and still a little muddled, Sū Nán caught a whiff of a fragrant scent. Her eyes instantly widened, and she rolled out of bed and left the room.

The moment she stepped outside, Sū Nán followed the scent to the kitchen.

Li Zhōujūn was currently sitting beside a pile of firewood, intently tending the fire.

Looking at Li Zhōujūn's face illuminated by the orange firelight, Sū Nán felt warmth fill her heart.

Her master was a powerhouse of the present age; his cultivation had surely long since reached the realm of Bigu. Yet he was willing to lower himself and cook over a fire for a disciple who had only just entered his sect. How could that not move her?

At the same time, Sū Nán felt fortunate that she had firmly chosen Li Zhōujūn back then. If she had missed such a wonderful master, where else could she possibly find one?

"Oh? You're awake, little girl?"

Seeing Sū Nán suddenly appear, Li Zhōujūn smiled. "That drumstick yesterday was too nourishing. You fainted after only two bites. After thinking it over all night, your master has decided that next time we eat chicken, I can only hold back my tears and save you a chicken butt."

Sū Nán: "..."

"Thank you, Master," Sū Nán said sincerely after a moment of speechlessness.

Because she could tell that her master truly meant well for her.

Li Zhōujūn was taken aback. "Uh, little girl, do you like chicken butts that much?"

Sū Nán: "..."

"Master, I think I know why you're so good-looking, yet I don't have a mistress," Sū Nán said with a grin.

Li Zhōujūn asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Because you have a mouth," Sū Nán said solemnly.

Li Zhōujūn raised a brow. "Don't you have a mouth too? Could it be that you have two?"

Sū Nán: "..."

Sū Nán swore that from the day she was born until now, she had never been as speechless as she was today.

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Her gaze then fell on the clay pot atop the stove, and she changed the subject. "Master, what are you making? Why does it smell so good?"

"Wasn't your master worried that you'd get up and cook? So I came to the kitchen early and made a pot of vegetable and lean pork congee," Li Zhōujūn said with a smile.

Sū Nán: "..."

Aaaaaah!

I'm going crazy!

Is the food I make really that bad?!

At that moment, Sū Nán felt deeply wronged, so she decided that later, she would tearfully finish the entire pot of congee and not leave even a scrap for her master!

After a while.

The porridge was ready.

Sū Nán took a bowl and ladled it full of porridge.

But halfway through eating, Sū Nán's nose started bleeding again. Dizzily, she looked at Li Zhōujūn and asked, "Master, those lean bits of meat... they weren't leftover chicken from yesterday, were they?"

Li Zhōujūn nodded. "That's right. We can't waste food."

"Twice the plum blossoms..."

Sū Nán's mouth twitched. As soon as she said it, the nourishment knocked her unconscious again, and she collapsed onto the table.

Watching this scene, Li Zhōujūn shook his head with a rueful look. "Good grief, this girl is destined to eat chicken butts!"

After silently finishing the porridge by himself, he carried Sū Nán back to her room once more.

It was not until the afternoon that Sū Nán finally woke up.

The first thing Sū Nán did upon opening her eyes was set herself a small goal: she would learn to cook for herself.

There was no helping it. Her master's love was too heavy—every meal knocked her unconscious from overnourishment. Otherwise, wouldn't she become the first person in Dao Tian Sect's history to be nourished to death?

How humiliating would that be?!

Creak.

The door to her room was pushed open.

Li Zhōujūn walked in. Seeing that Sū Nán was awake, he smiled. "You've slept all day, girl. Are you hungry? If you are, your master will cook for you."

"No, Master, I'm not hungry at all!" Sū Nán's expression changed the instant she heard that.

Her master's cooking was delicious, sure, but passing out every time she ate it—who could endure that?!

"What a pity. Your master caught a rabbit today and was planning to make braised rabbit meat," Li Zhōujūn said helplessly.

"Does that rabbit... have cultivation?" Thinking of her master's cooking, Sū Nán could not help swallowing.

"Don't worry. It's only at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation." Li Zhōujūn smiled. "Your master will keep the portions under control. This time, you definitely won't be nourished unconscious."

"Master, add lots of chili!" Sū Nán said, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth in defeat.

"No problem." Li Zhōujūn smiled.

An hour later.

After eating a few bites of rabbit meat, Sū Nán slept straight through until the next morning.

The first thing Sū Nán did when she woke the next morning was run to the kitchen, where she saw Li Zhōujūn just about to cook porridge.

Her expression changed drastically. "Master, let go of that rice—let me do it!"

"Uh, all right..."

Li Zhōujūn froze for a moment, but still agreed to Sū Nán's request.

For some reason, although it was Sū Nán's first time making porridge, the porridge she made looked surprisingly good.

After taking a small taste, Sū Nán found that it tasted pretty good. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears. This damned survival instinct of hers!

Half an incense stick later.

After finishing the porridge, Li Zhōujūn set down his bowl and chopsticks and smiled at Sū Nán. "The porridge tastes good. You've improved."

"Waaah, it's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching." Sū Nán truly wanted to cry right then. Making that pot of porridge had not been easy—she had completed every step with extreme care.

Li Zhōujūn smiled at that. "All right, stop flattering me, girl. I originally planned to teach you a cultivation method yesterday, but unfortunately, you slept all day. Come to Cloud Dwelling Hall later. Today, your master will pass the cultivation method on to you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Hearing that her master was finally going to teach her cultivation, the gloom on Sū Nán's little face instantly gave way to excitement.