"I saved portions for Master's Wife and the others," Zhang Xiaofan added.
Tian Buyi looked at the bamboo soup tube in his hand, then at this disciple he had been forced to accept despite his reluctance back then, and for a moment, a thousand feelings welled up in him.
This seventh disciple's aptitude truly was poor, but after he met that little prodigy of theirs, none of that was a problem anymore. In less than a year, he had cultivated the second level of the Taiji Mystic Purity Dao, something others might not achieve even after five or six years.
If those chiefs who had been unwilling to choose him back then found out, they would be gnashing their teeth in regret.
Putting everything else aside, when it came to cooking, whether it was talent or something forced out of him by that little brat, everything he made was delicious. He treated his senior and junior brothers with great affection too. Even though Tian Buyi had barely ever shown him a pleasant face, he remained respectful toward him and had never voiced a single complaint.
Tian Buyi was very satisfied now! He had a wife and a daughter, and disciples who were like sons to him. Since he already possessed all this, what else was there to ask for?
It seemed there was nothing more!
Zhang Xiaofan sat down beside Big Yellow, stroking his smooth fur as he watched everyone eat the food he had made with blissful looks on their faces, and smiled in contentment.
"Why aren't you eating?" Tian Buyi asked with concern when he saw his seventh disciple sitting off to the side, only smiling as he watched them eat.
"I'm waiting for Little Junior Brother!" Zhang Xiaofan replied with a smile.
"Don't spoil your little junior