Even with the knowledge from his past life, Lu Xun was unable to deduce who could have constructed the altar, so much so that he almost burnt the dish he was cooking.
Cooking was the key to Lu Xun's survival on the back mountain; it was his unique skill, superior to everyone else's.
Yes, everyone needs to have a special skill.
He was proud of his cooking expertise. He wouldn't even dream of making something that isn't tasty!
If you want to conquer someone, start with their stomach!
Get to their stomach first!
As for whether others have been conquered, Lu Xun had no idea. What he did know was that Mao Nanbei, the little hanger-on, had certainly taken a liking to him.
"So spicy! But so tasty, Little Junior Brother! Slurp!"
At the dinner table, Mao Nanbei's small hands held the chopsticks, eating like there's no tomorrow.
Her body was very peculiar; where she should put on weight, she didn't, and where she shouldn't, she didn't either.
