"Ye Fei, with all the food you have at home, how did you usually handle it? We've been at this for two days and two nights, and we've finally turned most of it into dishes..."
Lin Mu lay beside the pond, looking up at Ye Fei, who sat in the tree feeding several little balls of fur in his arms, and asked how he usually prepared all those meals.
Right now, six Gourmet Crafting Benches were making food nonstop.
Meanwhile, apart from Jun Mo, who was spectacularly unlucky at cooking, and Long Heng, who genuinely didn't know how, everyone else was busy preparing food with homemade grills and several kinds of makeshift cookware.
But even so, it had taken two days and two nights to make roughly a year's worth of food.
"I told you, I used to take out the finished food at every mealtime and put in the ingredients for the next meal. I picked those fruits every day, too. If I was busy and didn't go, they'd go eat them in the trees..."
Ye Fei stroked Qingxue's fur as she lay on his lap. Looking at the exhausted group, he casually explained how he had done things before.
With three meals a day and cultivation after eating and drinking their fill, things had naturally been easy.
Now, however, they were making a year's worth of meals in two days. Anyone would have been tired.
Even if this supposed year's worth of meals would very likely only be eaten once every ten days or so, having more was certainly better than having less.
"I'm actually pretty curious. Why do you Human Race Cultivation Practitioners give up eating as soon as you reach a certain level of strength? At first, I thought eating was something extremely painful for you