Ever since Shen Jing sent out that notice to the entire plane, whether it was an illusion or not, the invasions of Chef or Lonemoon's plane were obviously much less. Seeing that the few of them had nothing to do, they did not stay long in Invincible Sect and returned to the divine realm.
Lonemoon had long handed over the matters of the sect to Yu Hong and the rest. Although they refused to take over the position of sect master, in actual fact, the things they did were already no different from a sect master. It was just that the thinking of the brainless fans made them feel that only Shen Ying could be called a sect master.
Lonemoon had originally planned to drag these two troublesome fellows to his own plane to help. There were no more invasions, but his plane was still a new plane. Even the Heavenly Dao had just been born not long ago. There were always some imperfections in the rules, and there were always unexpected situations waiting for him to deal with. Although Hong Meng, Fatty, and Rabbit Mushroom were quite capable, there were still some things that the Manager had to do personally.
Lonemoon originally thought that Chef was also a Manager, and could at least help a little. If he really couldn't do it, he could just copy the rules on the other side to make up the numbers. As for Shen Ying … forget it!
But when he really started, he realized that although the two planes looked similar, there were still many differences. For example, like the sorcery system, some sorcery that could be used on the other side might not be suitable here. There would always be some differences in effect, function, or casting method.
He suddenly remembered that Shen Jing said that every plane was unique. It seemed that they were indeed different. The set that he originally wanted to copy and paste couldn't be used at all. He could only slowly modify it, and he could only do it himself. So when he finally had some free time, he began to busy himself again. On the other hand, Chef and a certain foodie had completely entered the mode of "eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating" like pigs. That's right, Lonemoon was the old man being eaten.
Even Chef was holed up in the kitchen all day long, either cooking or on his way to cook. The entire divine realm was filled with the fragrance of his cooking. That smell … was simply amazing! Even Fatty, who occasionally came to report work, couldn't help but ask for an extra bowl of white rice. He silently squatted at the side and ate.
This squatting, even Hong Meng, an ancient god who had been abstaining from food for god knows how long, shamelessly asked for a bowl and squatted beside Fatty. Then even Rabbit and Mushroom followed suit and asked for white rice. They squatted in an especially neat row. In the beginning, he would only come once in a while, but later on, he would report every day. The scene suddenly became strange. In front of Shen Ying and the other two was a table full of fragrant delicacies, while four people stood beside them, holding bowls of rice, drooling and eyes glowing.
Perhaps Shen Ying was a little flustered by their hungry wolf-like gazes. Subconsciously, she said, "Together …?"
"Sure!" Four seconds!
Thus, they naturally went to the table and were given one or two vegetarian dishes. At first, Lonemoon didn't think much of it. Later on, he realized that something was wrong. Chefs had always been like feeding pigs when they cooked. Shen Ying, this foodie, was a bottomless pit. Therefore, they had to eat for at least two hours for each meal. Three meals a day would take up to six hours. With the increase in the number of people, the time for meals would naturally increase accordingly. Two hours a day meant that they had to spend eight hours a day eating.
As a good businessman, he had always approved of the eight-hour working day. In this way, he was the only one who worked hard every day! As for the other four people, they only cared about eating their meals!
Lonemoon felt that his entire being was not good. If this went on! Thus, he forcefully canceled their meals and dragged the four out of the divine realm. He even restricted their access and allowed them to come and freeload! He turned and glared at the two innocent wastrels. It was fine if they didn't help, but they were even holding him back! Did they forget who was paying them for their meals!
Yet the two "Nibbling on the Elders" clan didn't seem to notice. Especially Chef. With a few fewer people to feed, he spent the extra time researching new dishes. He completely forgot his identity as a sword cultivator. From time to time, he would bring new dishes for Lonemoon to try.
"Father Niu, I've seen this kind of pastry in Elder Shen's plane. But Master doesn't like sweet things, so I changed it to spicy. Do you want to try it?"
Lonemoon glanced at the plate in his hand. The corner of his mouth twitched. Suddenly, he wanted to stab him with his sword. "Get lost! Do you think I can't tell? Whose cake has a spicy flavor! "
"Eh? This flavor doesn't work? "He had only seen it once.
"You're good. Try it yourself!"
"Oh." Only then did Yi Qing put away the cake in his hand with a look of disappointment. With a turn of his hand, a flame ignited and instantly burned the cake clean!
Lonemoon: "…"
Damn it! He didn't even dare to try it himself. That's why he gave it to him! That's definitely it!
(Fu * k)
Chef had already turned around and started to work on the various ingredients on the baking table again. His expression was relaxed and happy. He was just short of humming a little tune. Moreover, compared to before, his expression lacked the natural sense of vigilance. Perhaps it was because there weren't any invasions during this period and the plane was stable, he was really too relaxed. He didn't have any sense of danger at all.
Lonemoon looked down at himself who was exhausted. Then, he turned to look at a certain person who was slumped on the chair like mud. He couldn't help but want to find trouble.
"Chef, it's not appropriate for you to be so relaxed, right?"
Chef had just picked up the pot when he paused. He said in confusion, "But, there are no invaders now. There's Shortie watching over the plane. There's nothing to be nervous about. What's more, Elder Shen is a judge. There probably won't be any problems in the future." There shouldn't be anyone stupid enough to take the initiative to bump into them, right?
"Oh." Lonemoon picked up a pastry from the stove and stuffed it into his mouth. "What about you and Shen Ying? Don't you have any plans? "
"Master?" He turned back to look at Shen Ying, who was sitting on the chair outside. His gaze softened. He turned into a dog food machine, throwing out dog food. "As long as Master is by my side, I have nothing else to ask for."
"…" Lonemoon suddenly felt that the pastry in his hand was a little stuffed. He subconsciously covered his eyes. Damn it, he wanted to burn them to death! He scanned Chef from head to toe and couldn't help but remind him, "I'm asking you, when do you plan to settle down with Shen Ying? Based on your current situation, are you sure you can get past Sister Jing? "
His face turned snow-white. The hand holding the pot trembled and it fell with a clang. Even the True Phoenix Fire below went out with a bang.
"Holy shit! Don't tell me you just remembered this now? "
"…"
"You couldn't even beat Shen Jing when she was a monitor. Are you sure you can beat her now?"
"…"
"Why are you looking at me? I can't help it. You know how Shen Jing is a sis-con. She'll definitely beat you to death! "
"…"
"Don't be like this … It's useless no matter how many circles you draw on the ground!"
"…" Shut up!
"Wait … Why are you holding the sword?"
"…"
"Holy shit, let go of me! I don't want to be a training partner for a pervert like you! "
Damn it, he shouldn't have exposed him!
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