Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 28: I Heard That There Was a Time You Ate Tofu Everyday?

Lu Yang and the other two silently retracted their gaze, hoping to make themselves invisible. Judging by the five senior male disciples’ ferocious expressions, it didn’t seem like a stretch for them to silence the witnesses on impulse.

“Speaking of which, do you want to guess what I’ve ordered for you? They’re definitely what you like to eat,” Meng Jingzhou whispered, afraid of attracting the attention of the five senior male disciples eating their slaughtered pig dish.

Lu Yang was bewildered. How does Meng Jingzhou know what I like to eat?

Tao Yaoye asked in an even softer voice, “How do you know what Senior Brother Lu likes to eat?”

Meng Jingzhou gave himself a thumbs-up, flashing his teeth as he smiled brightly. “I specially asked Big Senior Sister.”

Lu Yang instantly had a bad feeling about it.

“Fermented tofu is here!

“Freshly made tofu pudding!

“Tofu with shallots.

“Mapo Tofu.”[1]

The waiter called out the names of the dishes as he served them. A feast of fragrant tofu dishes appeared before Lu Yang. Even someone like Tao Yaoye who wasn’t interested in tofu was tempted to dig into it.

Every time a dish was announced, Lu Yang’s face would turn a bit paler.

Meng Jingzhou was proud of himself. “Big Senior Sister said that there was a time you ate nothing but tofu every day and for every single meal. You even mentioned some ‘Tofu Heavenly Sovereign’ in your dream, so I figured that you probably like tofu very much.

“You don’t have to be too touched. My family members told me that if I am to treat someone to a meal, I should find out about their preferences to show my sincerity. Although I often don’t agree with my family members, this is one point I agree with.

“I specifically came to Hundred Fragrance Restaurant to order a tofu feast. Don’t underestimate these dishes. They may look ordinary, but they’re all actually made from the finest spirit beans and spirit herbs. Even the water used is pure water obtained by melting the ice from the Extreme North...”

Lu Yang’s face instantly turned whiter than the tofu.

So this is what you found out?!

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After the diners had a satisfactory meal, they patted their bellies as they left Hundred Fragrance Restaurant. The waiter swiftly wiped the tables and chairs and cleared the dishes. As soon as he took a break, he thought about Lu Yang’s question again: did taking a Fasting Pill count as eating or fasting?

Although the question seemed ordinary, there was more than met the eye. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was philosophical. Looks like this cohort of newly recruited disciples includes a highly perceptive person. He’ll surely achieve great things in the future!

“Hey, Chef, I have a question for you.” The waiter came to the kitchen and threw the question to the chef who had slaughtered the pig.

The kitchen was scorching hot, its heat waves almost visible. If a Qi Training cultivator touched them in the slightest, even a lucky one would leave behind a lasting side effect of fire poison and be tormented for life. The unlucky ones could have their internal organs burned directly, leaving behind only a charred skeleton.

To cook heavenly and earthly treasures and rare celestial treasures, mundane fire from the mortal world wouldn’t be enough. To even burn the hair of a Nascent Soul wild boar, it was minimally required for the flame to be from the Advanced Golden Core Stage.

Ignoring the terrifyingly high temperature in the kitchen, the waiter casually fanned with the towel on his shoulder. The high temperature suddenly vanished without a single trace and was replaced by a cooling feeling.

“What’s going on? Learning how to butcher pigs from me?”

The waiter rolled his eyes. “Why would I learn this kind of thing? I just thought of a philosophical question related to culinary arts, so I came to test you.”

The chef, who was washing the stove, was intrigued and stopped washing. He cast the brush to one side and propped up his leg, “Ask away.”

“You mentioned that you’ve eaten Fasting Pills. Does that count as eating or fasting?”

The chef let out a chuckle. He thought he didn’t have to think to come up with an answer, but as soon as he wanted to say it out loud, he became mute.

Exactly, so does it count as eating or fasting?

The chef eyed the waiter suspiciously. “Hold on, everyone knows about your intelligence. How could you have thought of this question with your intelligence?”

The waiter furiously refuted, “Hey pig slaughterer! Don’t look down on others!”

“So, were you the one who thought of this question?

“No.”

The two discussed for a bit, but eventually felt that it was still too early for their brains to be pondering about such a matter. Thus, they decided to take the question to the restaurant owner.

The fragrance of tea wafted about, coming together to form ancient characters that were cryptic and mysterious. As the restaurant owner heated up the teapot, placed the tea leaves, warmed the cups, and tasted the tea, every movement was fluid as water and pleasant to the eyes.

The restaurant owner was a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor. She was as fair as jade, and a faint star mark was imprinted on her forehead. She looked at the waiter and chef helplessly. Do they have too little work to do? That’s why they have the time to think about such a boring question?

“Don’t be misled by the name of Fasting Pills. The purpose of Fasting Pills is not for fasting. Instead, it is concocted from food such that it can slowly break down in the stomach, achieving the effect of not having to eat for a long time.

“Fasting pills are essentially food. Do you get it now?”

The chef mused over it. “I get it. So, pill-concocting masters who concoct Fasting Pills are in the same trade as me.”

The waiter laughed out loud and mocked, “Don’t flatter yourself. At best, you’re in the same trade as the pill-concocting assistant.”

The chef flew into a rage, raising his butcher knife at the waiter. The waiter was also not a pushover. He swung the towel on his shoulder, emitting a slight sound of metals clashing. The towel had instantly turned into a large white metal rod. Both got into a brawl with one person wielding a knife and the other holding a sword. They were like thugs, constantly dishing out all sorts of dirty tricks.

The restaurant owner could only sigh. If not for their cheap wages, I would never have hired them.

Gently blowing on the tea, the dense fragrance encircled the two people. With the lingering scent, they lost their bearing for a moment. By the time they regained their senses, they had already arrived downstairs.

The restaurant owner’s slightly annoyed and cold voice rang in their ears, “Go downstairs to fight. If you damage anything, it’ll be deducted from your wages.”

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Lu Yang wasn’t aware of what happened in Hundred Fragrance Restaurant after they left. Finished with his celebration feast, he returned to Heaven’s Gate Peak, his face pale as if he had just died for three days.

Yun Zhi donned an indigo long skirt and wore a plain Daoist hairpin. She was seated cross-legged and three feet above the ground. Currently in a meditative position, she was cultivating and resembled an otherworldly fairy.

She slowly opened her eyes. They seemed to contain a thousand worlds in them and were as resplendent as the night sky. Right after the illusion flashed by, Lu Yang rubbed his eyes and saw Yun Zhi staring at him calmly with no sign of what he had just witnessed.

An illusion?

“Why is your face so pale?”

Lu Yang complained, “You’re purposely asking the obvious. Meng Jingzhou heard from you that there was a time I ate tofu for every meal, so he treated me to a table of tofu to congratulate me for reaching Foundation Establishment.” Lu Yang highly suspected that his dear big senior sister had a hand in this.

“Meng Jingzhou asked me what you eat most. My impression was that you ate a few vats of tofu when you were training with tofu. I simply told him the truth. What’s the problem with that?”

“Then what about the Tofu Heavenly Sovereign...”

Yun Zhi cut him off in a flat tone, “You were yelling in your sleep that you had inherited a legacy, and you shouted out the name ‘Tofu Heavenly Sovereign.’ I merely passed on what you said.”

Lu Yang stared at Yun Zhi’s innocent eyes that were free of desires.

I give up.

I keep suspecting that Big Senior Sister is playing with me, but I have no evidence.

1. Mapo Tofu is a popular Sichuan dish. It demonstrates the quintessential mala taste of Sichuan cuisine. ☜

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