"Master chef, I see that your head is big and neck thick, which are the best criteria for the candidate to search for the treasure in the west. Please accept this VIP meal ticket as well as the heavy responsibility of escorting me to the Western Continent and looking for the whereabouts of the key!"
"Go away."
To be able to make such a humble and unassuming chef say such straightforward words was indeed a skill. In the last couple of days, for the cultivators who occasionally passed through Misty Peak, the most common thing they saw was Wang Lu exuberantly entering Misty Peak Cafeteria with a face filled with hope and expectation, only to come out dispirited a moment later. For a couple of days, this has been the main joke of them.
