Another sunny day, Xue Nuofu sat in the yard with eighteen martial monks and two newly recruited elderly mbers.
Each person had a small stool beneath them. If you put a big blackboard in front of them, one might think they were part of a brainwashing sche.
Xiao Feng ca out, saw everyone sitting and waiting for a al, and asked, "Who among you knows how to cook?"
In fact, Du Qingyue initially planned to cook but was sternly stopped by Xiao Feng.
Just because the butcher is dead, do we have to eat hairy pigs?
He couldn't believe that after Zhao Guo'an went on strike, no one could handle the big ladle.
The martial monks were the first to respond, shaking their heads in unison, indicating that none of them could cook.
Xue Nuofu said, "I know a bit, but cooking involves a lot of smoke, which is very damaging to the skin."
Between the lines, he implied he wasn't doing the cooking and suggested looking for soone else.
However, Xiao Feng focused not on the hidden ssage, but the information revealed in Xue Nuofu's words.
"Old Xue, I see a bit of perversity in you, eh?"
"How am I being perverse?"
Xiao Feng replied seriously, "Honestly, I've never seen a man who constantly emphasizes skin care."
"Tch!" Xue Nuofu responded in a tone of "How odd": "Is skin care perverse? Who says n can't pursue beauty?"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Aspergillus oryzae looked at Xue Nuofu incredulously, interjecting, "You... are a man?"
Xue Nuofu glared at him and turned his head away without answering.
Hui Shiba nodded in affirmation.
"..." Aspergillus oryzae.
A lifeti of romance, at this age, unexpectedly fell for a man?
"Ha!" Old Ha couldn't hold back his laughter.
Although knowing it's not quite Aspergillus oryzae's fault, he couldn't help but laugh!
"You old fool, you got your day, hahaha!" Old Ha laughed heartily, slapping his thigh until he shed a few tears.
Aspergillus oryzae's face turned dark, he stood up abruptly and raised his hand, "Boss, I report that Old Ha used to be a cook in the school cafeteria; he can make pot als."
"Oh?" Xiao Feng squinted his eyes, looking at Old Ha; this old fellow wasn't being honest.
Old Ha stood up too and said, "Boss, I was just a kitchen helper, only washed vegetables and chopped stuff, never actually fried dishes."
"No worries, I trust you!" Xiao Feng said cheerfully.
After speaking, he turned his gaze to the crowd, seeking their opinion, "How about letting Old Ha show his skills for our breakfast today?"
"Great!" Aspergillus oryzae took the lead in applauding.
The martial monks, who always enjoyed making a fuss, imdiately joined in, clapping and cheering. They quickly dressed Old Ha in a chef outfit.
Amidst the noise, Xiao Feng glanced at Xue Nuofu.
Xue Nuofu, as if sensing it, turned his head to et the gaze and slightly nodded.
He understood Xiao Feng's look ant to watch Old Ha and Aspergillus oryzae.
After all, if you want to knock soone down without using force, poisoning als is undoubtedly one of the best thods.
After bustling around for an hour and a half, everyone finally ate the breakfast prepared by Old Ha.
Scallion stir-fried tofu, shredded pork with chili, sweet and sour cabbage, and a pot of corn porridge.
"Not bad, not bad, Old Ha's cooking is excellent!" Aspergillus oryzae complinted repeatedly.
The others chid in with nods; although not an extraordinary delicacy, the taste was quite decent.
Of course, this wasn't the main point.
The most important thing was not having to cook oneself; even just that rits praise.
Old Ha, now exhausted from the complints, sat slouched on a stool, sweat dripping onto the ground, breathlessly glaring at Aspergillus oryzae full of resentnt and anger.
"I propose, while Old Zhao is incapacitated, Old Ha should cook for us. What do you all think?" Xiao Feng stood on the steps and rallied.
Everyone clapped and shouted, except for Xue Nuofu who remained relatively calm.
Being second-in-command to Xiao Feng, he naturally couldn't join the uproar; authority must still be maintained.
After breakfast, Xiao Feng headed next door to Zhao Guo'an's house.
Upon entering the living room, he saw Lin Jiaxuan with her hands on her knees, gritting her teeth step by step, her forehead slick with sweat, as if each step cost her huge effort.
The little girl was next to her, eyes full of worry, ready to catch Lin Jiaxuan if she stumbled.
"Xiao Jia, if you're tired, take a break," Xiao Feng said calmly.
Lin Jiaxuan squeezed out several words through her teeth, "Mind your own business!"
"Without , would you have gotten this far?" Xiao Feng replied, not pleased, "However, you seem to have grown a bit taller."
Sitting at a square table drinking tea, Sun Shijie said, "Complete recovery requires a process; it's not obvious now. Once her body fully returns to normal, that's when she'll truly grow."
"When can she live independently?" Xiao Feng asked.
The little girl, hearing this, supported Lin Jiaxuan and said, "See, Brother Xiao Feng does care about you."
But Xiao Feng asked Sun Shijie again, "Is there any way to speed her recovery? I'm waiting for her to serve tea, massage my shoulders, and my legs."
"Shihan, are you sure this is him caring for ?" Lin Jiaxuan snorted coldly.
"..." The little girl.
Sun Shijie replied, "The power of dicine is ultimately limited. Getting to this point is already a great fortune, can't demand too much, just slowly recover."
Xiao Feng looked regretful, then started making small talk, "How's the search for your successor going?"
"It's not that easy," Sun Shijie sighed deeply, "I've decided that if I can't find anyone, I'll just have to pass it to Zhao Guo'an."
"You better think carefully," Xiao Feng laughed, "Old Zhao is notorious for bad luck and stepping on landmines, if you really pass it to him, the legacy might vanish any mont."
Sun Shijie took a sip of tea and said, "Then it'll be fate. So have countless disciples but failed to continue the legacy.
So have only one or two disciples but their heritage continues to this day.
Everything is predetermined, beyond our control!"
Actually, Sun Shijie had this idea for a while; previously he asked Zhao Guo'an to sever ties with Sun Yiyang and join him, not just out of resentnt toward Sun Yiyang.
"They say great horses are common, the discerning eye rare, I believed that when I was young, but now it sounds absurd." Sun Shijie gripped his teacup, seemingly lanting the unfair heavens.
Xiao Feng poured himself a cup of tea and said, "It should be said that the chance of great horses and discerning eyes eting is equal for both.
No matter how swift the great horse or sharp-eyed the discerning eye, if they don't et, it's pointless."
Sun Shijie didn't speak; in truth, there wasn't enough ti.
If one could turn back twenty, even ten years, he wouldn't be this desperate.
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