Half an hour later, Zhong Lihan finally made two dishes and a soup.
"Looks like it might be all right?"
But as soon as he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, his entire face twisted.
He forced himself not to spit it out, then mustered the courage to try the other two dishes. The result...
Each one was worse than the last, and the flavors grew stranger with every dish.
"I definitely didn't perform well just now. As the saying goes, the first time is unfamiliar, and the second time is easier. I'll definitely get it right this time."
Zhong Lihan wasn't discouraged. He quickly poured the two dishes and soup into the slop bucket, destroying the evidence, and immediately began his second attempt.
As a result, his tongue and mouth endured a second merciless assault.
When he finished the third attempt, he thought woodenly,
"Today, I really did blow all that bragging."
The third try... the fifth try...
By the end, his entire mouth was numb and had lost all feeling.
Just then, two Inner Disciples walked to the doorway. When they saw Zhong Lihan inside, the two half-grown boys were so frightened that they nearly turned and ran.
"G-G-G-Grand Martial Uncle!"
"What are you looking at?"
Zhong Lihan was in a foul mood, and they had practically walked straight into the muzzle of a gun.
"N-N-Nothing... This disciple didn't see anything."
The two half-grown boys were on the verge of tears.
So much time had passed, yet he still hadn't managed to make the dishes properly. Zhong Lihan was extremely irritated.
"Why aren't you scram?"
Just as the two disciples were preparing to crawl as far away as possible, Zhong Lihan suddenly called out to them again. "Wait, come here."
"G-G-G-Grand Martial Uncle."
The