The kitchen was strewn with pots, bowls, utensils, food, and medicinal ingredients. Song Tianjing's eyes were ringed with dark circles. He hadn't slept in five days, having devoted himself heart and soul to The Complete Guide to Cooking until he'd lost track of time.
Of course, his inability to tell dreams from reality had something to do with it, too.
Song Tianjing opened the window. The morning sunlight wasn't very strong, but it still hurt his eyes.
"Uh-oh! I got so absorbed in studying recipes that I nearly forgot the Spirit Chef exam today!"
To enter the Spirit Chef competition, he first had to become a Spirit Chef. He absolutely couldn't miss the exam!
He didn't even bother tidying the kitchen before rushing straight to the exam site.
"Qian'er, the clan leader has already agreed to our marriage. He'll soon go to your Jade Rabbit Race to formally propose. We'll surely be able to raise a Tribulation Transcendence great demon emperor!"
"Mr. Wu, give up on this. There's no chance of anything between us!" Qian'er wore a white dress and white stockings. She was dazzlingly fair, and even the long ears atop her head were pure white, without a single speck of another color. She was exceedingly rare.
Hearing this, Young Master Wu excitedly grabbed Qian'er's slender wrist. "Qian'er, do you still not understand how I feel? I truly like you!"
"Let go of me!" Qian'er struggled, utterly repulsed by contact with Young Master Wu.
"Qian'er, actually, I..."
"Make way, make way!" Song Tianjing, disheveled and unkempt, charged toward the registration desk. He'd meant to go around Young Master Wu and Qian'er, but after five days without sleep, his sense of distance and direction had gone haywire. He accidentally knocked Young Master Wu over.
"Sorry, sorry! Are you all