Preparing ingredients is the simplest thing for a monk.
The stewed chicken is tossed high into the air, and when it lands on the cutting board, it becomes boneless chicken slices.
Gingerbread was gushing and flattering him.
"Wow, Second Senior Brother, what amazing swordsmanship!"
Wen Yuzhao, holding a small blue-and-white porcelain bowl, smiled gently and said, "Junior Sister, would you like to try it first?"
If Gingerbread hadn't secretly witnessed his frightening appearance that day, it would have been hard to imagine that this gentle second senior brother, who was equally adept in the living room and the kitchen, had two faces.
She shrugged her shoulders, took the small bowl, and began to taste it.
The first bite.
Wen Yuzhao couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"
"Good times!"
Gingerbread showed off a whole bowl of it in one go.
"Second Brother, I'd like to borrow your kitchen."
"Sure," Wen Yuzhao said, puzzled. "What are you going to do, Junior Sister?"
"I want to make more Bo Bo Chicken."
Gingerbread smiled, her lips curving upwards.
“Pop—” Wen Yuzhao mimicked his junior sister’s accent, “Is ‘Bo Bo Chicken’ the name of this dish?”
"Ah~"
Gingerbread's almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she excitedly recounted her grand ambition to make money in the sect's grand competition.
"Senior brother, I want to set up a snack stall for the sect competition tomorrow, selling pot-boiled chicken and Xiangbala beef jerky! Two mid-grade spirit stones for a skewer of pot-boiled chicken, and five mid-grade spirit stones for a pack of Xiangbala beef jerky, what do you say?"
Wen Yuzhao didn't speak, he just looked at her.
Gingerbread tilted its head and asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Is the price not right?"
In the kitchen.
The candlelight cast a warm glow.
Wen Yuzhao's gentle face was even softer than usual, and his sparse eyebrows furrowed as he asked with concern, "Junior Sister, are you out of spirit stones?"
Gingerbread was stunned after hearing this.
Wen Yuzhao raised his hand and gently patted her head. "If you don't have money, just tell your senior brother. I'll give you some. You don't need to do these hard things to earn money."
He wasn't just talking.
He immediately took out a storage bag from his pocket.
It was stuffed into gingerbread's hand.
"You take it."
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