The beef stuffed flatbread in Saint Lord Taichu's hand smelled unbelievably delicious. The little disciples behind him were practically drooling a thousand feet at the scent. But what could they do? It was not something people like them could afford to eat. One benefit of becoming Saint Lord Taichu's disciples was that they did not have to pay tuition, and every month, they even received more than thirty taels of gold in support from him.
Saint Lord Taichu was already being extremely generous to them. If they did not cherish it, he did not know what else he could say. This beef stuffed flatbread was made with genuine wild buffalo meat. As for ordinary beef, or beef that did not taste particularly good—
Saint Lord Taichu would not even spare it a glance. The moment he pulled out that beef flatbread, these people could no longer hold back their drool. One little disciple said to him, "Master, I have a question I'd like to ask. I wonder if it's convenient for you to answer us?"
Saint Lord Taichu knew that whenever these little disciples asked him questions, they most likely wanted food from him. No matter how helpless or exasperated he felt as their master, he could not joke around at his disciples' expense. He said, "What is it? If you have a question, just say it. Why are you being so coy with me? Is that necessary? Just speak."
Let me see whether I can help you. If I can, I'll help you directly. A bald little brat said with a grin, "Master, I think the beef stuffed flatbread you're eating smells absolutely amazing. If you could give me just one bite, I'd say you're the most handsome man in the world, without question."
Saint Lord Taichu had never