Everyone was watching Yang Zhen, including Hu Tao and the two Spiritual Meal Masters, because no one had ever seen a Spiritual Meal prepared as Yang Zhen was doing.
But after Yang Zhen finished, he actually plopped down on a chair and started waiting, even closing his eyes.
"Why is he... closing his eyes again, could it be that this kind of Spiritual Meal requires mental control?"
"Damn, I'm seeing a mind-controlled Spiritual Meal for the first time. I intended to sneakily learn a thing or two to prepare for my Senior Sister, now what am I supposed to learn?"
"Idiot, obviously it's for secrecy!"
"Then how does Hu Tao learn?"
"He could teach her privately, while having a meal... while enjoying a hot spicy soup, they could even chat about life, how comfortable would it be?"
"Huh? That bastard Yang Dingtian is doing this on purpose!"
Just as the crowd was in heated discussion, suddenly a spicy aroma wafted over, causing everyone's faces to change.
"What is this smell?"
