Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 141

Lin Qing watched with exasperation as his junior brother pointed at his nose and cursed.

The junior brother’s voice grew weaker and weaker, eventually withdrawing his finger awkwardly: "Hehe, senior brother..."

"Take your noodles, no one is going to compete with you!" Lin Qing angrily handed the noodles to his junior brother.

"Haha, I knew senior brother was noble and of high quality, truly an invaluable disciple under Master!"

Then, amidst the compliments from the previous person to Lin Qing, the junior brothers behind watched helplessly as Lin Qing took away the last bowl of noodles.

"What are you looking at!" Lin Qing blushed, hopping to Fei Ying’s side, turning his back to everyone.

He said he wouldn’t compete with that junior brother, not that he wouldn’t compete with you all!

"Exactly, it’s this spirit of forsaking one’s face for a bite to eat that’s brilliant, truly deserving to be my disciple!" Fei Ying gave Lin Qing a thumbs-up between bites.

Lin Qing took a bite of the noodles and decided not to argue with others.

The junior brothers’ eyes were filled with tears.

Lin Qing found the sour broth very much to his liking. Having had little appetite since summer began, his appetite was suddenly whetted. Seeing that the broth was almost finished and he’d only had a few bites, Lin Qing furtively approached the pot.

Since she was making it for others to eat, Chen Muxue didn’t use her own iron pot but a large pot from the kitchen.

Lin Qing poured some broth into his bowl, thinking that adding two more bits of salt should do the trick.

As he turned around, he almost dropped his bowl in shock when he saw Fei Ying, having finished his noodles, pointing a sword menacingly at him.

"Mas... Master, what’s the matter?" Lin Qing asked, trembling.

Could it be that Chen Muxue took the chance to add some strange medicine to harm the Liuyun Sect?

No way, she’s still in the Liuyun Sect herself, she wouldn’t do something so foolish!

Fei Ying spoke in a ghostly tone: "You, you poured too much broth, you can’t stay long!"

"By adding so much broth, you’ve completely diluted its original taste, ruining its inherent deliciousness. How come this disciple can’t take a compliment? I just praised you, and you turned around and do something so insulting to the food, alas, it makes your master absolutely mortified!" Fei Ying sighed with a heavy heart, covering his face.

Thank you so much. Lin Qing wordlessly took a chopstick of noodles and put it into his mouth. Hmm, the taste was indeed a bit diluted.

"Alright, alright, let people eat how they want. Otherwise, people might think you’re Jenny Aristotle’s meddling sister." Chen Muxue patted Fei Ying’s shoulder.

Fei Ying sheathed his Treasure Sword: "Who’s Aristotle?"

Lin Qing facepalmed. Master, is the focus really on that name? What she’s saying is that you’re too fussy!

Outside the house, having finished his noodles, Cen Lizhui, wearing a piggy mask, snapped a Thousand Paper Crane.

Old Master Shen and Shen Yao happened to walk by. The old man nudged his daughter with his elbow: "How does that person look to you? He seems quite impressive!"

"Are you serious, Dad? That man is wearing a mask painted with a pig’s face." Shen Yao was somewhat exasperated.

"Look at his clothes, even if he’s a pig, he’s an Immortal Sect pig, rare to see!" The old man was optimistic.

Shen Yao noted Cen Lizhui’s fox-like eyes exposed outside and said helplessly: "Dad, he came with that Chen girl, they’re doing well together. Besides, why rush? Maybe someone is waiting for me in the distance!"

The old man glanced at Shen Yao: "Who? King Yanluo?"

Shen Yao: "...Do you really think so little of your own daughter?!"