That's right, Lu Yan planned to move elsewhere.
He feared in his heart that Zhao Yi might play some dirty tricks, and while he didn't fear for himself, he was worried that Tofu's family might get dragged into it.
"Uncle Lu, are you leaving so soon? Tofu will miss you. Can you teach me martial arts? Or cooking would be fine too. I've heard that some Master Martial Artists are very good at cooking, able to prepare Martial Foods that are incredibly delicious."
Tofu clung to Lu Yan's sleeve, reluctant to let him go.
"Tofu, don't be rude. Uncle Lu is a man of great deeds. It is impossible for him to stay here all the time."
Tofu's mother chided.
"Are you interested in Martial Food?"
An idea struck Lu Yan's mind.
Tofu was talented and bright. If she was interested in Martial Food, it wouldn't be impossible to bring her back to Baicao City for training.
He initially planned to train his own group of Martial Chefs anyway.
Hmm...
