A Monstrous Life

Looking at the Monkey Offering Peaches in his hands, Chef Qin smacked his lips. It was passable. After all, he had taken over halfway through. That expression was damn irritating.

Liu Mengxi thought it was already very good. Cheng Jianshe found it punchable, while Wei Qiang had no idea how to argue back. Only Chef Qin was dissatisfied. Given Luban's craftsmanship, it truly did not count as good. That was the truth.

Viewed from the side, it was a ridge; viewed from the front, it was a peak. It all came down to perspective. To Chef Qin, who had absorbed Luban's skills and experience, this work could only be labeled passable.

"Old Cheng, I came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare anything. How about this piece counting as a gift from Liu Mengxi and me?"

That still sounded awkward. Cheng Jianshe felt stifled in the chest. What did he mean, together with my granddaughter? Were they really that close?

"I think that's fine." Liu Mengxi smiled, tucked the hair by her ear back, and revealed her forehead.

Cheng Jianshe narrowed his eyes. Something about this rhythm was wrong. His granddaughter had always been rather shy, but today she was being a little too forward. "Kid, since Old Chen sent you here, come to the back and have a chat with me."

Qin Fen nodded. This was the main event. It was finally beginning. He was also a little curious about Eight Trigrams Palm.

Liu Mengxi froze. This guy really knew traditional martial arts too? She had often watched it when she was little and had wanted to learn, but the older generation's views had not been easy to change, so she had missed the chance. Still, she had watched enough to understand some things. She stood up