Chapter 379: 377, Really Fragrant (4/4) Extra Update "What’s that smell so good?" Long Ke said, twitching her nose as if trying to catch every unusual scent in the air before her eyes shifted to the stove.
Huai Ye turned his head and immediately responded, "Oh... that’s the food. Zhao Keqing, why not sit down and have some?"
"Alright."
Long Ke nodded.
To be honest, she was originally cultivating, but the alluring aroma stirred up her hunger. It’s known that hunger in the stomach is the most distracting feeling during cultivation, even harder to suppress than pain.
Especially when that fragrance lingered, tempting her hunger several times as if a mischievous child waved a drumstick in front of her whenever she felt hungry.
Helpless, she could only follow the aroma.
Unexpectedly, this small Sect had such a skilled cook—the scent from one pot of food surpassed that of Spiritual Cuisine.
"Zhao Keqing, please head upstairs."
Yun Liao came up and gestured for her to follow.
Long Ke nodded and then went to the second floor.
But once she reached the second floor, she didn’t know where to sit, as all the chairs were arranged around a round table.
As a Guest Minister, where should she sit?
Yun Liao quickly spoke up, "Zhao Keqing, sit wherever you like. The spot by the window is the Sect Leader’s. You can just sit next to him."
"Is this how you all dine?"
A table, with a dozen chairs.
It felt like a family reunion meal.
Could it be that disciples and elders and the Sect Leader all dine at the same table?
"The Sect Leader says that at meal times, there’s no distinction between elders and disciples; everyone sits together like a family, making meals lively," Yun Liao explained, clearly understanding that she wouldn’t comprehend this rule.
It’s quite something, even in a small family, the Patriarch and elders dine separately.
Let alone in a Sect.
Long Ke remained silent, unsure if she should take a seat.
"Why is everyone standing?" At this moment, Wen Ping came up the stairs, glancing around at everyone.
"Zhao Keqing hasn’t sat down yet..." Yun Liao answered.
"Let’s all sit, no need for such pretense." Saying this, Wen Ping sat directly by the window and then looked at Long Ke, "Zhao Keqing, take a seat. Our Sect doesn’t have all these formalities when dining, the livelier, the better."
"This brat." Long Ke silently cursed Wen Ping in her heart, truly like a newborn calf unaware of the world. The Sect Leader is exalted, how could he be so close to disciples, dining together at the same table?
In daily interactions, you can be approachable.
But during meals, the Sect Leader should be where he is supposed to be.
How can he maintain the dignity of a Sect Leader like this?
Does he intend for the Sect Leader to be friends with all disciples?
He wants her, Long Ke, to sit here and eat?
Dream on!
Even if she, Long Ke, starved, she wouldn’t lower her status to sit here and eat.
"The food’s coming." Just as Long Ke was about to speak a few words, Huai Ye and Yang Lele arrived with the dishes.
The dishes were a feast for the senses: colorful, aromatic, and flavorful.
The rice was a glistening red, like dyed White Crystal.
And when the aroma from the rice reached the nostrils, one’s entire being became restless, and the Spirit Body turned into a "big mouth," continuously gulping down the fragrance.
"Sect Leader, this is..."
Everyone was startled as they looked at the rice.
Wen Ping answered, "This is the new Spirit Rice. You can call it Red Rice."
As Huai Ye handed him a bowl, Wen Ping took a bite and continued, "It’s even better-tasting, and its effect of warming the Spirit Body is twice that of the previous Spirit Rice. Alright, no need to just stare, dig in."
"Long live the Sect Leader."
"Thank you, Sect Leader."
Better than the previous Spirit Rice and no charge—it’s worth expressing gratitude, isn’t it?
"Sister Huai Ye, help me with a bowl too."
"Me too, Sister."
Everyone quickly held out their bowls.
"Sister, press it with the ladle, pack it tight," Lin Kewu didn’t forget to remind.
"That kid, able to eat two bowls but still pulling this trick," Yun Liao smiled helplessly on the side, imagining how he came up with this method to get more, "Well, help press mine too."
He could only eat one bowl; using this method was reasonable.