The sun had already sunk in the west, and dusk was drawing near.
On a path through the Orphanage's fields, a figure in a black vest and suit walked along with a scepter in hand.
His steps were light, and he hummed an unknown tune.
Behind him followed a clattering procession of pots, bowls, ladles, and pans, vegetables and fruit, and a White-Cut Chicken plucked clean of every feather.
As though they had come alive, they followed Chen Changsheng in orderly ranks like soldiers awaiting inspection, heading toward the Orphanage.
As Chen Changsheng understood it, the deliciousness of ingredients depended on their freshness.
Having them take a stroll behind him offered a slight improvement in preserving their fresh flavor.
This would ensure that the finished dishes offered the best possible experience with every bite!
As for why the White-Cut Chicken, already drained of all its blood, could still take a stroll behind him, that lay outside the scope of Chen Changsheng's considerations.
As a Sage, even if my cultivation is only at the Xiantian Martial Artist Realm, what does that have to do with my use of formations and Fu Lu?
Like an orchestra conductor, he had the pots, bowls, ladles, and pans behind him accompany his footsteps, forming a rhythmic melody.
The fruit, vegetables, and other ingredients used exercise to keep themselves in perfect condition, ensuring they remained fresh right up until they entered the pot!
This concerned his Eldest Senior Brother's dinner tonight. He could not afford the slightest carelessness!
What sort of pigswill had Eldest Senior Brother been eating before?
The will of the Heavenly Dao, and he couldn't even cook a proper meal!
Recalling how he had watched from the grass as Xie Xinzhi casually served up a pot of rice porridge and called that a