Fried potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, sugar-fried popcorn...
Once all sorts of aromas—things no one but Wu Chu had ever encountered—wafted out from the simple kitchen, the powerful cultivators lost all interest in discussing the Dao.
One by one, they spoke of their favorite foods. Whenever they got into the details, they would narrow their eyes and savor the memory. In the end, they all sighed that it had been far too long since they had tasted food made by Little Moon Spirit!
When the Sorrowful Brothers asked them about it, everyone began bragging to the pair about all the delicacies they had tasted.
Things like the meat of Daluo Realm divine beasts, even Chaos Behemoth meat, and so on.
Wu Chu had originally thought these two ascetics would press their palms together and say something like, "What a sin, what a sin." Who would have thought that the brothers actually looked eager to give it a try?
It seemed that they truly did not yet have much of an aversion to killing living beings. The doctrines of the Western Religion had probably not yet taken root in their minds.
Before long, a basket of boiled peanuts was brought out.
Each peanut was as large as a baby's palm, full and plump. Eating them felt like eating potatoes—they even had to be broken apart first—leaving Wu Chu rather speechless.
He had originally wanted to say, "Peanuts with wine, everything is fine!"
But eating peanuts like this completely ruined that feeling. It was not even as satisfying as cracking sunflower seeds!
And after the corn kernels popped into popcorn, each piece was the size of a fist, utterly diminishing his experience.
It had to be said that the spiritual energy of the Primordial World was far too abundant. Many things looked as