Contrary to what Xu Xiang expected, Mu Yucheng glanced at the fried dough sticks in the paper bag for a second, moved his eyes away and said, "No, thank you."
She raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise: "Aren't you hungry?"
Before he could answer, his stomach growled. She looked at him in silence, and he calmly shook his head. Recalling how much he could eat yesterday, she was curious. Biting the fried dough sticks, she asked, "You don't like this?"
Mu Yucheng shook his head again and said, "It's not spiritual food. Eating that thing will have a bad impact on my cultivation."
Xu Xiang pondered on what he just said for a while and asked, "Didn't you say that the dishes I prepared before were all spiritual food? Why isn't this spiritual food?"
He thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because of the ingredients."
While they were scouting the surroundings, she ate her breakfast in silence.
