Lu Yang and the other two silently withdrew their gazes and tried hard to reduce their presence.
Looking at the ferocious expressions on the faces of the five senior brothers, I'm afraid they might have the urge to kill someone to silence them.
"By the way, do you want to guess what delicious food I ordered for you? It must be something you like." Meng Jingzhou said in a low voice, afraid of attracting the attention of the five senior brothers who were eating the pig-killing meal.
Lu Yang was confused. How did Meng Jingzhou know what he liked to eat
"How do you know what Senior Brother Lu likes to eat?" Tao Yaoye asked in a smaller voice.
Meng Jingzhou gave a thumbs-up and smiled brilliantly with eight teeth: "I specifically asked Senior Sister."
Lu Yang suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Stuffed tofu is here!”
“Freshly made tofu pudding!”
"Scallions and tofu."
“Mapo tofu.”
The waiter announced the names of the dishes while serving them. One after another, the delicious tofu feast was presented in front of Lu Yang. Even Tao Yaoye, who was not very interested in tofu, wanted to have a good meal when he smelled the aroma.
Every time he shouted, Lu Yang's face turned paler.
Meng Jingzhou was somewhat complacent: "The senior sister said that you haven't eaten anything else for a while. You've been eating tofu every day, every meal, and you even talked about 'Tofu God' in your dreams."
"I thought you must like tofu very much."
"Don't be too touched. My family told me that if you want to invite someone to dinner, you should find out what they like so as to show your sincerity. Although I don't agree with my family's views most of the time, I agree with this point."
"I came to Baixianglou specifically to order a tofu feast. Don't underestimate these dishes. They may look ordinary, but they are made of soybeans, which are picked from thousands of miles away. The side dishes are all aged spiritual medicines. The water used is pure water obtained by melting the ice marrow in the far north..."
Lu Yang's face turned paler than tofu in an instant.
Find out what his hobbies are!
…
After the diners were satisfied with their meals and left Bai Xiang Lou, patting their bulging bellies, the waiter quickly wiped the table, set up the stools, and put away the dishes. When he had some free time, he thought of Lu Yang's question.
After taking the fasting pill, does it count as eating or fasting
The seemingly ordinary question contains a mystery, and the more I think about it, the more philosophical it seems.
It seems that among the newly recruited disciples this time there are some with extremely high comprehension, and they will surely achieve something great in the future!
"Hey, chef, let me ask you a question." The waiter came to the kitchen and asked the question to the butcher.
The kitchen is filled with boiling heat. If someone in the Qi training period is hit by it, those who are lucky will be branded with a root of fire poison that will torment them for the rest of their lives. Those who are unlucky will have their internal organs burned through, leaving only a skeleton.
To cook natural treasures, fairy flowers and rare treasures, it is impossible to use ordinary fire. Let alone anything else, just to burn the hair of a wild boar in the Nascent Soul stage, one must at least use the flame refined in the late Golden Core stage, and this kind of flame is naturally extremely powerful.
The waiter ignored the horribly high temperature in the kitchen and fanned himself casually with the towel on his shoulders. The heat disappeared completely, replaced by a cool feeling.
"What's up? Are you going to learn how to kill a pig from me?"
The waiter glared at him and said, "Why would I learn this? I thought of a philosophical question related to cooking and wanted to test you."
The cook who was cleaning the stove was amused and stopped cleaning. He threw the brush aside and crossed his legs: "Ask."
"You said that if I take the fasting pill, does it count as a meal or fasting?"
The cook sneered and was about to give the answer without thinking, but he became speechless.
Yes, is it considered eating or fasting
The cook looked at the waiter suspiciously: "No, your intelligence is obvious to all. How could you possibly think of such a question with your intelligence?"
The waiter said angrily: "I'm telling you, pig butcher, don't look down on others!"
"So this is what you were thinking about?"
"no."
The two discussed it and felt that it was too early for them to think about this kind of problem, so they brought the problem to the original poster.
The fragrance of tea condenses into ancient characters, obscure and mysterious. The host heats the pot, puts tea in, warms the cup... and tastes tea. His movements are as smooth as flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.
The host of the post is a beautiful woman with a noble temperament, fair as jade, and a faint star pattern printed on her forehead.
She looked at the waiter and the cook helplessly, wondering if they had too little work to do and had the leisure to think about such boring questions.
"Don't be misled by the name of the Bigu Pill. The Bigu Pill's function is not to fast, but to refine food into a pill that slowly decomposes in the stomach, thereby achieving the effect of not eating for a long time."
"Bigu Pills are essentially food."
"Understand?"
The cook thought for a moment, "I see. So the alchemist who made the Bigu Pill is actually in the same business as me."
The waiter sneered and said sarcastically, "Don't flatter yourself. At most, you are in the same industry as Dan Tong who fanned the fire."
The cook flew into a rage and picked up a butcher knife to chop at the waiter.
The waiter was no pushover either. He swung the towel from his shoulder hard, making a slight metallic collision sound. The towel turned into a large tin stick in an instant.
The two men started fighting, one holding a knife and the other holding a stick, like hooligans, using all kinds of dirty tricks. The host was helpless. Otherwise, he would not hire them no matter what because their salaries were cheap.
The host blew gently along the scent of tea. The rich aroma of tea lingered in the hearts of the two people, and they lost their way for a moment. When they came to their senses, they had already arrived downstairs.
The landlord's slightly annoyed and cold voice came to their ears: "Go downstairs and fight. If you break anything, I'll deduct it from your salary."
…
Lu Yang didn't know what happened in Baixiang Tower after they left. When he finished the foundation-building banquet and returned to Tianmen Peak, his face was as pale as if he had just died three days ago.
The eldest senior sister was wearing an indigo-colored long skirt and a simple Taoist hairpin. She sat cross-legged three feet off the ground, meditating and practicing. She was like a fairy who was detached from the world and had no trace of worldly air.
Yunzhi slowly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be a thousand worlds in her eyes, as bright as the night sky. The illusion flashed by, and Lu Yang rubbed his eyes and saw Yunzhi looking at him calmly, with no strange vision in her eyes.
illusion
"Why is your face so pale?"
Lu Yang said unhappily, "You are asking even though you already know the answer. Meng Jingzhou heard from you that I have been eating tofu every meal for a while, so he treated me to a table of tofu in the name of celebrating my foundation building."
Lu Yang suspected that his beloved senior sister was behind this.
"Meng Jingzhou asked me what I ate the most. As far as I remember, you ate several jars of tofu when you were practicing martial arts. I just told him what really happened. What's the problem?"
"That Tofu God..."
Before Lu Yang could finish, Yun Zhi replied again in a flat tone: "You shouted in your dream that you had obtained the inheritance, and shouted the four words "Tofu Tianzun", I was just repeating it."
Lu Yang silently looked at Yun Zhi's innocent eyes and gave in.
He always suspected that the senior sister was playing tricks on him, but he had no evidence.