Ling Chuxi thought about finding a place to plant some spices when she returned to the Hanqing pool. Otherwise, according to the way grandmother Ling was eating, she would soon finish all her stock. When she ran out of spices, she did not know if she would be angry at her.
"By the way, why are you so weak? you can't even defeat an outer disciple." Elder Ling asked Ling Chuxi doubtfully as she put away the spices. She was not in a hurry to leave.
"My aptitude is mediocre, so my progress is slower." Ling Chuxi explained.
"Mediocrity? Your roast meat is so delicious, and your aptitude is far above mine. How can you be mediocre? Nonsense!" Said granny Ling angrily.
Ling Chuxi was stunned. Was there really a relationship between barbecued meat and one's aptitude? Is there something wrong with her way of thinking, or is there something wrong with my ability to understand?
"Uh ... Yes, yes." Ling Chuxi's face was full of black lines as she agreed with a yawn.
