The boys' dormitory across the way.
Oscar lay on his bed, watching Tang San, who had finished unpacking and was pondering where to hang the scented sachet.
"You've been hesitating forever. Just hang it anywhere. Is there any need to agonize over it?" Oscar could hardly stand watching anymore.
Tang San paused without answering, then finally hung it at the head of his bed.
"We'll be living together for a long time, so let's get acquainted first." Oscar turned onto his side to face Tang San.
"My name's Oscar, a level twenty-nine Weapon Soul Master. My Martial Soul is sausage, and my nickname is Sausage Specialty Oscar. You can also call me Little Ao."
Tang San smiled. "You already know my information."
Oscar was actually quite curious about the hidden weapons Tang San had used, but they were still too unfamiliar with each other for him to ask.
Evening.
Cafeteria.
This was probably the largest gathering in Shrek's history, with a full eight people.
Tang San looked at Oscar in surprise. "Little Ao, why are you the one cooking?" As he spoke, Tang San headed inside to help him.
As Oscar tossed the wok and stir-fried, he answered Tang San's question. "Cooking is also part of my cultivation, and besides..."
Ma Hongjun, who had rushed over starving, picked up the sentence. "Besides, Teacher Shao has been exhausted all day and definitely isn't coming to cook."
Oscar said, "If you're not eating, then get lost!"
Ma Hongjun made a motion of zipping his mouth shut.
"I'll eat! If he won't, I will! I love eating!"
When the four girls pushed open the door and entered, the entire room seemed to brighten considerably.
Shen Ranxi praised forcefully, "Little Ao's cooking is especially good!"
Then she glared at Ma Hongjun. You offended