Changhe Sect, common disciple residence area, within the courtyard.
Standing in front of the kitchen.
Chu Yuan gazed at the scene inside.
He saw a stocky and honest-looking fat man clad in the sect's uniform, holding a wok spatula, skillfully shaking the contents of the wok back and forth, occasionally throwing in some seasoning, his movements fluid like the flowing clouds and water.
And the delicious smell that Chu Yuan detected was exactly from those dishes in the wok.
These dishes...
They looked so appetizing.
Chu Yuan swallowed his saliva, his gaze locked onto the food inside the wok.
Honestly, ever since he had gained cultivation levels,
this was the first time he truly felt hungry.
The source of his hunger was those very dishes.
The dishes that managed to entice him.
He might be tempted to eat,
but Chu Yuan didn't disturb the fat man's cooking.
Instead, he quietly watched.
After watching for nearly the time it takes an incense stick to burn,
