"Martial Uncle, what...?"
Su Chengde had hurried over after receiving word from an Inner Disciple that Baili Jing had gone to the main kitchen.
He just hadn't expected to see him berating two junior disciples barely ten years old the moment he arrived.
Zhong Lihan stared angrily at the plate, where only half of the Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs remained.
"I only asked them to taste the dishes. But once they realized how good they were, they ate everything I made."
What?
They had eaten all the dishes Martial Uncle made?
No wonder he was angry.
Su Chengde turned sternly toward the two junior disciples. "What's wrong with you two? Do you still want to attain the Great Dao? How could you be so greedy for mundane food?"
"Sect Master, we were wrong."
The two boys felt so wronged they could have died.
They normally survived on Grain Abstinence Pills. How could they have eaten this kind of food?
After eating such mundane things, they would have to find a way to purge the impurities from their bodies. How could they possibly put themselves through that just to satisfy their appetites?
Seeing how frightened the two junior disciples were, Su Chengde decided not to pursue the matter further.
"Martial Uncle, how about I have someone prepare some exquisite dishes for you again?"
"No, that won't do. I have to make them myself."
Zhong Lihan's confidence returned.
He believed that if he had managed to make them once, he would definitely be able to do it a second time.
"..."
Since when had Martial Uncle become so passionate about cooking?
He even insisted on doing it himself.
Anyway, only half the ribs remained. Zhong Lihan suggested, "Taste them for me. They don't seem very reliable."
"Why don't you taste them