After experiencing it firsthand, the white-haired old man concluded that the nutritional value of his third disciple's cooking was directly proportional to how awful it tasted.
Qin Shi had actually devoured it with relish, even uttering the unbelievably terrifying words, "I'll have another serving."
"The body's craving for nutrients can far outweigh the stimulation of the taste buds. This unwavering devotion to the path is every bit as strong as Qi Wuxiang's—if not stronger."
The white-haired old man marveled silently, turned his wheelchair around, and slipped away.
Since the two of them were willing participants, he would stay out of it.
By evening, the night had grown darker.
Ren You finally returned to the dojo's residence. He sneaked through the gate like a burglar, afraid Senior Sister Three would catch him and invite him to sample her new dishes.
"Senior Sister Gao! All clear!"
He made a round of the place but didn't spot Senior Sister Three, so he let out a sigh of relief and pulled out his terminal to send a message.
A young woman in a baseball cap and mask stealthily slipped inside and whispered,
"It's so quiet! We left our master here to face Senior Sister Three alone. Isn't that a little cruel?"
Ren You felt deeply guilty, but he really didn't want to experience another bombardment of Senior Sister Three's dark cuisine.
He would never forget the day he broke through to Professional Level and became a Martial Artist.
Senior Sister Three, Yu Weiwei, had personally prepared a lavish feast for him, with all kinds of premium ingredients laid out on the table.
But on his very first day as a Professional Level Martial Artist, Ren You was sent to Hengzhou People's Hospital. He spent a full half month there before recovering.
The doctor's diagnosis