Xu Feng muttered to himself, unaware of what was happening inside the flying chariot.
"That silly disciple..."
"I only put on an act a few times, and he's already thinking this much?"
"Looks like this is how I have to handle my darling disciple... hee... heehee... heeheehee..."
Bibi Dong finally lost her composure. Secretly covering her mouth, she shook with laughter like a spray of blossoms in the breeze, nearly letting out a piglike snort.
Suddenly, Bibi Dong remembered something: her disciple seemed to have mistakenly thought she disliked grilled fish.
"Something this delicious... could that have been both my first and last meal of it?"
"No..."
"Absolutely not."
Bibi Dong's heart trembled violently. She could not accept it. Unfortunately, she could not tell Xu Feng outright, either, or the image she had worked so hard to establish would probably collapse in an instant.
"Looks like I can only bear with it for now. Sob, sob..."
Bibi Dong rubbed her flat, flab-free belly, her pretty face instantly filling with grievance. He had already decided that once they returned to Spirit Hall, he would clear up the misunderstanding with his disciple. Whether it took pestering or shameless persistence, he had to taste his disciple's astonishing culinary masterpieces again.
"Ah..."
"Acting dignified is so tiring. I can't even open my heart and fool around with my disciple like before."
Feeling rather wistful, Bibi Dong then took the 29th Generation Frying Pan Plus out of her Soul Tool.
Fortunately, she could still play the tile-matching game.
Unfortunately, after more than half a day, she remained hopelessly stuck on a level, unable to clear it.
Another five days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, what Bibi Dong had not expected was that she would still get to enjoy