The few guys who were sent as spies and undercover agents had rather mixed feelings. What happened to the plan to be picky and fault-finding (getting beaten up and the shopkeeper having to pay compensation)?

Look at the dishes they've served; they're clearly delicious and visually appealing. Even if you want to cause trouble or find fault, there's absolutely no reason for you to complain, okay?

Just smelling the aroma and looking at these dishes makes my mouth water, okay?

Moreover, they discovered that Bai Qi, the third young master, was a nouveau riche. Why did they say that? They originally thought that the lotus flowers and carp in the lotus pond were ordinary, but they never expected that the lotus flowers were sixth-grade spiritual herbs that could calm people's minds and help with cultivation.

And those few carp with unremarkable shapes are spirit beasts. They have the ability to gather energy, which is more practical and effective than spirit gathering arrays. If an ordinary person could get one or two of them, they would treat them like offerings.

As a result, look, look! There are about ten spirit fish in this pond, and a pot of spirit plant placed every two meters. Sigh, Young Master Bai is really rich and powerful.

No wonder, I felt so much more comfortable after walking in, and my mood was inexplicably good.

Now the guys were even more desperate. The dishes these chefs had made had already made them question their very existence. Poaching their talent or copying their work was absolutely impossible.

Since the dishes can't be copied, the layout and structure can be imitated, but it seems that's not possible either. The wealthy and powerful Young Master Bai is simply inhumanly rich. Has he ever considered the feelings of ordinary people like them?

Even if these diners have no other reason than to order the cheapest bottle of spirit wine and sit in the hall to cultivate or admire the spirit herbs, it would be a very good choice.

They really can't pull off this ostentatious outfit.

Forget it, with such a beautiful setting and delicious food, why worry about anything else? Let's just enjoy our meal; we might never have another chance like this.

The guys were all stuffed, their minds blank. How were they going to explain this back home? Whatever, it all boiled down to two words: "Delicious."

Oh, and I also need to pack one for the boss. I hope that after eating it, he will still have the courage to continue running the restaurant. This kind of invisible blow is really hard to describe.

The difference is huge. Not only is the food at Zuixianju delicious, but after eating it, my internal energy increased by a tiny bit. This is absolutely ecstatic! If eating can increase one's cultivation, why not?

No wonder the Third Young Master of the Bai family stays in the restaurant every day. It's not that he's afraid of being disturbed; he's clearly enjoying life here.

"Shopkeeper, are you still hiring? I can do anything."

"Thank you for your kindness. If we are hiring, we will post a notice outside the door, and you can come and register then."

"Thank you so much." He would definitely come to Zuixianlou more often in the future, just in case someone else snatched his spot.

In fact, would Zuixianju even hire anyone? Especially outsiders? Of course not, neither Baiqi nor Yexiruo are stupid.

The Drunken Immortal Pavilion is currently booming, causing a sensation throughout the entire city of Mo. Everyone knows about it, so what good things could possibly be coming to their door at this time?

Even if there are good people inside, most are probably people with ulterior motives who come in just to steal knowledge. Haha, it's not that easy.

Now, Zuixianju was entirely built by their own people. Everyone there is 100% trustworthy, and they all know each other very well and work together seamlessly.

Hiring new people out of the blue? Wouldn't that just create more chaos?

Chi Yi and the others naturally wanted to join a sect and cultivate diligently, as they still had ties to their home continent. Zui Xian Ju still needed them.

However, Ye Xiruo had already planned that once the wounds on the slaves she bought had healed, she would send them to the kitchen to help out, starting as apprentices and learning properly from the six head chefs.

Then, she would teach slaves with the talent of spirit winemakers the recipe for spirit wine, as well as the methods and techniques for brewing it.

Once the eight slaves he bought are capable of standing on their own, Red Wing and the others will be freed.

Then the kitchen helpers, the manager, and the waiters can buy them directly from the slave market. If the White Flag has a better way, they can use that as well.

After the men returned home, they were in a very complicated mood. They were really about to lose their jobs. What would they do after the restaurant closed down?

"Shopkeeper, these are my carefully selected signature dishes. Please try them and see how they taste."

"So what? I don't believe they can make flowers. It's just that everyone's lying to curry favor with the White Flag. Is the difference between chefs really that big? I don't believe it."

My friend really wants to say, I didn't believe it before, but now I do. The difference between chefs is truly huge.

The shopkeeper had just taken a bite when he felt a burning pain on his face. Uh oh, he had really been slapped in the face.

How did they do that? How is this possible? How can it taste so good? Then, like a rag doll, Feng Juan devoured all the food, licked her lips, and, still not satisfied, wanted a few more plates.

Why didn't you buy more?

"Drunken Immortal Restaurant has a rule that each person can only order a maximum of ten dishes. I ate five, and then I packed five for you."

The shopkeeper slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang.

"What's wrong with you? You ate five dishes all by yourself." Ugh, I'm so angry! You dog of a servant, I, your boss, only ate five dishes.

"Didn't you tell me to go and learn from their methods and find fault with their techniques? I went, but after eating one dish, I still couldn't find anything wrong with it, so I kept eating and kept finding fault with their techniques."

"So what faults did you find? Tell me about them."

"This shopkeeper."

"What are you talking about, this and that? Just tell me!"

"I really can't find anything wrong with it, and I have no idea how they cooked the dishes or what seasonings they used. I'm so sorry for letting the shopkeeper down." Then he cried and wailed, kneeling down to admit his mistake.

"Alright, alright, you can go again tomorrow. I don't believe you won't be able to pick one out."

"Yes, shopkeeper."

"Will you still nitpick tomorrow?"

"I am unworthy and unworthy, so of course I will pack it up and bring it back for the shopkeeper to consider personally."

"You're smart to get out of here."

"Yes, shopkeeper."

The waiter went back and started packing his things. He had to start planning for his future. Given the momentum of Zuixianju, it was only a matter of time before their restaurant went out of business.

These past couple of days he's been going out for a stroll, trying to see if he can find any new work.

The shopkeeper himself was also in despair. He had actually become a fan of Zuixianlou. What should he do?