"Press your hand down a bit more, hold the knife steady," Chen Nuo advised Ao Ling, who was practicing the basics, in a soft voice.
Good habits will follow you for a lifetime; you must lay a solid foundation.
"Yes!"
Eager to meet the expectations of her master, Ao Ling hurriedly responded and sternly focused on the potato before her. She must not disappoint!
"Chef Wukong, aren't we there yet? It's been so long!" The Kitchen God, looking at the mountains and rivers flying past below, spoke with a hint of weariness on his face.
So long he had been flying that he was growing tired. There was no helping it; this was the sad plight of having meager strength. As an Immortal, he couldn't even fly for an extended period.
Sun Wukong tugged at the corner of his mouth, somewhat speechless, "It has been quite a while, but have you seen how fast you're flying? You can't even catch up to my running speed!"
