Then he said with disdain, "Consider this a lesson for you. Let's see if you dare to eat such careless things again."
"Well, this old monk... is just afraid that if I'm too slow, there won't be any left..."
Tired of the Buddha, he took another bowl of wine, but this time he dared not drink it directly. Instead, he honestly added some laurel leaf powder before slowly sipping it, saying, "Don't you know who instilled this habit in me?"
The Buddha looked down at his increasingly round belly and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Having been by Jun Feijue's side for so many years, Ji Fanya's cooking skills have become so good, and the food he makes is so delicious that he simply can't control himself.
Furthermore, and most importantly, these people show absolutely no mercy when eating; their speed in grabbing food is truly astonishing.
He vividly remembers the first time he ate at the same table with them. Because he was being a little too polite, he first performed a Buddhist salute, and when he looked up again, the dishes on the table were already empty.
It was from that night that he began to understand the cruelty of the dinner table.
No, it should be said that the dinner table is just how cruel it is when these people are around.
That's practically like fighting a war when you're eating!
"cough…"
Although he didn't say he was tired of Buddhism explicitly, everyone present understood the meaning behind his words.
Thinking about their own eating habits, they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
But there was nothing they could do. Ji Fanya's cooking was just too delicious, and everyone in their group was a top-notch foodie. When they encountered food, they were like madmen, and they had no choice but to fight for it.
Let alone them, even Emperor Di Moyu, the God Emperor, always appears so elegant and composed when he eats, but actually, he uses martial arts techniques when picking up food!
No one present was a fool; everyone put food into their bowls first before starting to eat.
That wasn't eating, it was a martial arts competition!
If you lose your grip on your chopsticks and someone knocks them away, by the time you pick them up, the food might already be gone.
The dinner table is a cruel place; you can't afford to be lazy.
The servant, of course, didn't understand their conversation and simply stood obediently to the side, listening with a puzzled expression. However, he dared not stop what he was doing.
When someone's wine bowl is empty, he immediately and very attentively goes up to refill it for them.
This aspect pleased them all greatly.
At first, the group thought the drinks tasted good and enjoyed them as a delicacy.
But as more and more alcohol entered their stomachs, they finally noticed something was wrong.
Because they were just sitting there drinking and doing nothing, yet their cultivation levels were steadily rising, and impurities were slowly flowing out of their bodies.
"What's going on?"
Upon seeing this, everyone looked surprised.
Although they had long guessed that the osmanthus wine should have some special effects, they did not expect the effects to be so obvious.
"As I was about to tell you, sirs, this osmanthus wine is made from the flowers of the sacred osmanthus tree, and therefore resonates with the tree."
The servant smiled and explained to everyone, "As long as you gentlemen are still in this Guanghan Divine Realm, the Osmanthus Wine, under the stimulation of the Osmanthus Divine Tree, will be transformed into the purest energy to the greatest extent and absorbed by you gentlemen."
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