Seeing those people in the sect make such outrageous statements, Qin Zhan felt a sense of superiority, as if he were the only one who was sober in a world of drunks.

As the Grand Elder who controls all affairs of the Baozi Cult, they didn't even consider why the Grand Elder would promote other foods within the Baozi Cult.

There's only one truth!

That means... this braised pork knuckle is Boss Lu's creation!

Qin Zhan couldn't wait to send a private message to the Grand Elder, subtly expressing his desire to try it.

As for reminding the others, that's impossible.

It's better to enjoy happiness alone than to share it with others.

"Good disciple, when did you betray your master and ancestors?"

A cold voice rang out behind him, and Qin Zhan froze.

He turned his head and met his master's gaze, which seemed to be sweeping past Yi Jietong and preparing to clean up the sect. Qin Zhan almost screamed.

No, not at all!

“Master, let me explain… no, I mean, let me offer my explanation.”

"This is what happened..."

Under the murderous glare of his master, Qin Zhan painstakingly explained using his silver tongue.

"That's really true. I went in to get more delicious food to offer to you, Master."

Qin Zhan was practically ready to swear an oath.

"real?"

Daoist Tianfeng was skeptical, and his scrutinizing gaze sent a chill down Qin Zhan's spine.

"real!"

Even if it wasn't true before, it must be true now and in the future.

Qin Zhan knew that this so-called "Baozi Cult" was actually just a gathering place for diners, and its nature was different from normal sects or even cults.

He went in just to have some fun.

Of course, it would be even better if there were some dishes made by Boss Lu.

And now, the day we've been waiting for has finally arrived.

"Okay, what about the food?"

Daoist Tianfeng stroked his beard, withdrew his imposing aura, and looked at his disciple with a leisurely air.

"food……"

Snap.

Something appeared out of thin air and landed on the table.

Qin Zhan looked over and smiled.

"Master, the food is here now."

All I saw on the plate was a pork knuckle, or more accurately, half a pork knuckle.

Looking at the pork knuckle, which clearly showed signs of being disassembled, a question flashed through Qin Zhan's mind.

He had a feeling that someone was cutting corners.

At the same time, Lou Xiaotian also received half a pork knuckle.

He was in an even worse situation than Qin Zhan, because he was surrounded by two tigers, one male and one female, who were eyeing him menacingly. Lou Xiaotian wiped away his bitter tears and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Dad, Mom, let's eat together."

He was careless.

At the inn, Qin Zhan dutifully asked Daoist Tianfeng to try it first.

The pork knuckle was still steaming hot, indicating that it had just come out of the pot.

The aroma of meat overpowered the incense in the room shortly after it was placed on the table.

Qin Zhan handed Tianfeng Daoist a pair of chopsticks, and then stood to the side, waiting expectantly.

"Let's eat together. People might think I'm mistreating my disciple."

Tianfeng Daoren and Shandao.

But Qin Zhan felt that was kindness, because his master's face was full of threats that said, "If you dare touch your chopsticks, I'll chop off your head."

Knowing his master well, Qin Zhan could only pretend not to see Tianfeng Daoist's constantly bobbing throat.

Old Deng is practically drooling.

"Ahem, your disciple should be filial to his master, please eat first."

After Qin Zhan politely declined, Daoist Tianfeng started eating.

A piece of pork skin, picked up by hand, dangled on the chopsticks.

Its glistening surface is so tempting that it makes you want to squeeze and chew it.

Previously, Daoist Tianfeng refused to eat such greasy food, but the braised pork knuckle in front of him was just too delicious.

He felt that his skills were not yet sufficient.

Daoist Tianfeng gracefully put it into his mouth, intending to savor it carefully. However, once he tasted the pork knuckle, his instinct to swallow completely and irrationally controlled his thoughts.

The glossy pork skin was not greasy at all as I had imagined; on the contrary, it had a pleasant texture.

The gelatinous texture, which women envy, adds even more depth and richness to the product.

The tongue rolls, and the throat swallows.

A piece of pork skin was eaten just like that.

It's tender, smooth, fragrant, and bouncy.

If Qin Zhan hadn't been there, Tianfeng Daoist would have wanted to pick up the pork knuckle and take a big bite. But after just one bite, Tianfeng Daoist felt that his Daoist heart, which was "not elated by external gains nor saddened by personal losses," was about to crumble.

He exerted a great deal of effort to control his fingers and continue to gracefully extend the chopsticks.

"I couldn't taste anything, let me have another bite."

"Uh-huh!"

Qin Zhan nodded, indicating his understanding.

"I still can't taste anything. Let me try again."

After taking that bite, Daoist Tianfeng frowned, seemingly troubled by it.

"Uh-huh."

Qin Zhan still expressed his understanding.

This time, Daoist Tianfeng ate lean meat, lean meat that was stuck to the skin and would fall apart with a light touch of chopsticks. This lean meat had been soaking in the braising liquid for a while and was completely infused with flavor.

It's delicious, so delicious!

He was a dignified Supreme Elder of the Holy Sword Sect; what hardships had he endured in the past?

Now I know life is worth living!

Despite the intense internal climax within his brain, Daoist Tianfeng remained outwardly composed.

"Cough, something doesn't taste right, my disciple, wait a little longer."

Tianfeng Daoist stretched out his chopsticks four times. Although his expression showed no flaws, Qin Zhan couldn't help but feel suspicious.

No, that's not right.

There's something wrong with this old Deng!

In the blink of an eye, seeing that a large piece of the pork knuckle was missing, Qin Zhan had another epiphany.

This old man wants to eat it all by himself!

"Master, is there something wrong with this pork knuckle? I'll try it and see if there's anything wrong with it."

After politely finishing his sentence, Qin Zhan, with all his might, scooped a large piece of meat from the bowl with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

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