Xu Fan looked at his busy disciples, suddenly feeling somewhat pleased, having good disciples meant he could retire early.
In a short while, a rich lunch appeared on the dining table.
"Not bad, not bad, your culinary skills have significantly improved during my absence." Xu Fan picked up a piece of red-braised pork and put it into his mouth, tasting it.
Xu Yuexian brought over a pot of Buddha's Temptation, the last main dish.
"Not bad, your culinary skills are now masterful. If our cultivation fails, we can open a restaurant." Xu Fan smiled as he spoke to his two little disciples.
Now, Xu Gang is 11 years old, and Xu Yuexian is 9 years old. At this age in his past life, they would still be elementary school students. His disciples have already started doing laundry, cooking and housework. Xu Fan suddenly felt somewhat guilty.
