Heard you ate tofu every day for a while?

Lu Yang and the others silently averted their gazes, trying to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible.

Judging from the fierce expressions on the faces of the five Senior Brothers, they probably had the urge to silence them.

"Speaking of which, do you want to guess what good stuff I ordered for you? They're definitely all things you like to eat," Meng Jingzhou said in a low voice, afraid of attracting the attention of the five Senior Brothers who were about to eat pork.

Lu Yang was completely bewildered. How did Meng Jingzhou know what he liked to eat?

"How do you know what Senior Brother Lu likes to eat?" Tao Yaoye asked in an even softer voice.

Meng Jingzhou gave a thumbs up and flashed a brilliant smile, revealing eight teeth. "I specifically asked Senior Disciple Sister."

Lu Yang immediately had a bad feeling.

"Here comes the Stuffed Tofu!"

"Freshly made Tofu Pudding!"

"Scallion Mixed Tofu!"

"Mapo Tofu!"

The waiter announced the dishes as he served them, presenting a table full of fragrant and delicious Tofu dishes in front of Lu Yang. Even Tao Yaoye, who wasn't particularly interested in Tofu, wanted to have a good meal after smelling the aroma.

With each announcement, Lu Yang's face turned paler.

Meng Jingzhou was somewhat smug. "Senior Disciple Sister said that you didn't eat anything else for a while, just Tofu every day, with every meal, and even said 'Tofu Celestial Venerable' in your sleep."

"So I thought you must really like eating Tofu."

"Don't be too touched. My family told me that when inviting someone to dinner, you must find out their preferences in order to show sincerity. Although I don't agree with my family's views most of the time, I do agree with this point."

"I specifically came to Hundred Fragrance Tower to order a table of Tofu dishes. Don't underestimate these dishes. They may look ordinary, but the soybeans used are all Spiritual Beans carefully selected from thousands of miles away, the side dishes are all Spiritual Medicine that have been aged for years, and the water used is pure water obtained by melting the Marrow of Cold Ice from the Far North..."

Lu Yang's face instantly turned whiter than Tofu.

What kind of preferences did you find out!

After the diners ate to their heart's content and left Hundred Fragrance Tower patting their bulging bellies, the waiter quickly wiped the tables, arranged the benches, and cleaned up the dishes. When he had free time, he thought of Lu Yang's question again.

If you eat a Grain Abstinence Pill, does it count as eating or as abstaining from grain?

The seemingly ordinary question contained hidden mysteries, and the more he thought about it, the more philosophical it seemed.

It seemed that there were people with extremely high comprehension among this year's newly recruited disciples, and they would definitely achieve something in the future!

"Hey, chef, let me ask you a question." The waiter went to the kitchen and threw the question to the pig slaughterer.

The kitchen was filled with scorching heat. If a Qi Refining Realm cultivator were to be hit by it, even if they were lucky, they would still be branded with a fire poison disease, which would torment them for the rest of their lives. If they were unlucky, their internal organs would be burned through, leaving only a skeleton.

To cook natural treasures and immortal delicacies, ordinary mortal fire would naturally not work. Not to mention anything else, just to burn the pig hair of a Nascent Soul Realm wild boar, you would need at least the flames refined by a Late Golden Core cultivator. Such flames were naturally terrifyingly powerful.

The waiter ignored the terrifying high temperature in the kitchen and casually fanned himself with the towel on his shoulder. The high temperature disappeared completely, replaced by a sense of coolness.

"What's the matter? Are you learning how to slaughter pigs from me?"

The waiter glared. "What would I do with learning that? I thought of a philosophical question related to cooking and came to test you."

The chef, who was washing the stove, chuckled and stopped washing. He threw the brush aside and crossed his legs. "Ask away."

"Tell me, if you eat a Grain Abstinence Pill, does it count as eating or as abstaining from grain?"

The chef sneered and, without thinking, was about to say the answer when he suddenly went mute.

That's right, does it count as eating or abstaining from grain?

The chef looked at the waiter suspiciously. "That's not right. Your IQ is obvious to all. How could you think of such a question with your IQ?"

The waiter said angrily, "I'm telling you, pig slaughterer, don't look down on people!"

"So you didn't think of this question?"

"No."

After discussing it, they felt it was too early to think about such a question, so they took it to the landlord.

The fragrance of tea wafted, forming ancient and simple characters, obscure and mysterious. The host heated the pot, placed the tea, warmed the cups... and tasted the tea. The movements were as smooth as flowing water, pleasing to the eye.

The original poster was a beautiful woman with a noble temperament, her skin as white as jade, and a faint star pattern on her forehead.

She looked at the waiter and the chef helplessly, wondering if they had too little work to do and had the leisure to think about such boring questions.

"Don't be misled by the name Grain Abstinence Pill. The purpose of the Grain Abstinence Pill is not to abstain from grain, but to refine food into pills, which are slowly broken down in the stomach to achieve the effect of not eating for a long time."

"The Grain Abstinence Pill is essentially food."

"Do you understand?"

The chef was thoughtful. "I understand. So the alchemists who refine Grain Abstinence Pills are actually in the same profession as me."

The waiter sneered and mocked, "Don't flatter yourself. At most, you're in the same profession as the pill furnace fire tender."

The chef was furious and picked up the pig-slaughtering knife to chop at the waiter.

The waiter was not to be outdone. He flicked the towel on his shoulder, making a slight metallic collision sound. The towel instantly turned into a white iron rod.

The two of them, one with a knife and the other with a rod, grappled like hooligans, resorting to every dirty trick imaginable. The landlord was filled with helplessness. If their wages weren't so cheap, she wouldn't have hired them at all.

The Hundred Fragrance Tower's owner gently blew on the tea, and the rich aroma enveloped the two, disorienting them for a moment. By the time they came to their senses, they were already downstairs.

The owner's slightly annoyed, clear voice reached their ears: "Go fight downstairs. If you break anything, it'll be deducted from your wages."

Lu Yang had no idea what happened at the Hundred Fragrance Tower after they left. By the time he finished his Foundation Establishment feast and returned to Heavenly Gate Peak, his face was as pale as if he had just died three days ago.

Senior Disciple Sister, dressed in an indigo dress and adorned with a simple Daoist hairpin, sat cross-legged three feet above the ground, meditating and cultivating like a transcendent fairy, untouched by worldly affairs.

Yun Zhi slowly opened her eyes, which seemed to contain a thousand worlds, as brilliant as the night sky. The illusion flashed by, and Lu Yang rubbed his eyes, seeing Yun Zhi calmly looking at him, the strange phenomenon never having appeared.

An illusion?

"Why is your face so pale?"

Lu Yang said unhappily, "You know perfectly well why. Meng Jingzhou heard from you that I ate tofu with every meal for a while, so he used celebrating my Foundation Establishment as an excuse to treat me to a table full of tofu."

Lu Yang suspected that his dear Senior Disciple Sister was meddling in this.

"Meng Jingzhou asked me what you ate the most. In my memory, you ate several vats of tofu when you were practicing with tofu. I simply told him what really happened. What's the problem?"

"That Tofu Celestial Venerable..."

Before Lu Yang could finish, Yun Zhi replied again in a flat tone, "You shouted in your dream that you had obtained the inheritance and loudly proclaimed the words 'Tofu Celestial Venerable.' I was merely relaying that."

Lu Yang silently looked at Yun Zhi's desireless, innocent eyes and conceded defeat.

He always suspected that Senior Disciple Sister was playing with him, but he had no evidence.