Ye Feng felt like a black slave in a factory, working day and night tightening screws.
Producing the twenty-four solar terms involves juicing, coloring, and wrapping into different flower shapes, which is very time-consuming and energy-intensive.
With over 20,000 people in the entire clan, how long will it take to keep them busy?
Fortunately, I was quick-witted and managed to catch my boss, Senior Brother Shenqing Zhenjun, and get him to help me tighten the screws.
Tightening screws with the boss makes me feel noticeably happier.
"Senior brother, what's going on between you and Fairy Youlan? Tell me, and maybe I can give you some advice."
As a high-level powerful being, Shenqing Zhenjun naturally possesses first-rate learning and practical abilities.
As long as the ingredients are prepared by Ye Feng, the pastries he makes will have the same effect.
He ignored Ye Feng's words completely.
This damn junior brother not only dragged me into the ranks, but he also keeps prying into my privacy!
What kind of ideas can a single dog like you offer?
Ye Feng understood under the disdainful gaze of Shenqing Zhenjun.
"Although I don't have a Daoist partner on the mountain, I'm a master of romance down here, loved by everyone and admired by all!"
"hehe."
Shenqing Zhenjun smiled and continued kneading the dough.
It's obvious they don't believe, listen, or speak.
Ye Feng, burning with the raging flames of Bagua, naturally wouldn't let him off easily.
"You couldn't possibly accept my Starry Sky Yokan without feeling anything, Senior Brother. Have you ever written me a love letter?"
"Besides the starry sky yokan, have you given any other gifts?"
Are there any competitors?
"Does the Valley of a Thousand Flowers not approve of this marriage?"
Shenqing Zhenjun felt like his head was about to explode.
Ye Feng's incessant chatter was like a swarm of green flies buzzing around him.
He said angrily, "Junior brother, can't you be serious for once? I'm counting on you to lead the Sword Sect to great heights!"
Why are you bothering with these trivial matters instead of focusing on improving your cultivation?!
"Senior brother, you are mistaken! Clear thinking can help with cultivation."
"Explain your situation to me clearly, and I'll advance in cultivation level immediately, believe me or not?"
Shenqing Zhenjun covered his forehead, almost driven mad by this cheap junior brother.
"Instead of wasting your time worrying about me, why don't you find yourself a suitable Daoist partner!"
Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Junior Brother has devoted his life to the art of food, so I'm afraid he doesn't have the leisure for that."
"I can understand finding solace in the great principles, but isn't the way of gastronomy putting the cart before the horse?"
"Oh? Senior brother, you are mistaken. All the great paths lead to the same destination, so how do you know that one cannot achieve something in the art of gastronomy?"
"So be it. We sword cultivators cultivate a resilient sword heart. Since your mind is firm, then just keep going. Maybe it will really lead you down a different path."
"That's all I'm saying, Senior Brother, keep working. Are you trying to slack off?"
“Junior brother, I think you should respect the elderly and care for the young.”
"Senior brother, judging by your age, you are probably more than eighteen generations removed from my ancestors. It should be you who takes care of me, who is still young."
"By the way, junior brother, are you really not planning to pursue your senior sister Qiuyu? If you think she's too old, my disciple Ningyue has just come out of seclusion."
"Senior brother, I've already said I'm not interested in a Daoist partner."
"You're not interested in women?"
"I have no interest in humans..."
The two chatted merrily, not like two big shots in the cultivation world, but more like two kitchen helpers.
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Ningyue held a piece of paper with her eyes wide open, but refused to open her mouth no matter what.
Hesitantly, he asked, "Uncle-Master, is this... really edible?"
Wu Qiuyu looked at her with a smile and said:
"It's only because your junior uncle doesn't care that the sect benefits from this."
If this were given out, countless powerful figures from various sects would fight tooth and nail for it.
"But...why is this design so ugly?"
"According to your junior uncle, this is called 'dark cuisine,' and it's in the same category as the deep-fried green squares that the Demon of Calamity likes to eat."
"Is it okay if I don't eat?"
"Fine, then you can wait to be surpassed by Qiye. His talent was only slightly inferior to yours to begin with, but now he has surpassed you."
Hearing this, Ningyue couldn't take it anymore.
From childhood to adulthood, whether in the family or after moving up the mountain.
She's number one among her peers!
By sealing off his five senses, he stuffed the man, who had died with his eyes wide open, into his mouth.
Then, unsurprisingly, he too became a corpse.
When she slowly woke up, the people beside her had changed from Wu Qiuyu to Zhaoxing and Qingyou.
The three of them were already close friends who could talk about anything.
Seeing her wake up, Zhaoxing said happily, "Senior Sister, you've finally emerged from seclusion! Congratulations!"
Qingyou also spoke up, "It's fortunate that we came out of seclusion at this time; if we had waited any longer, it would probably have been better not to go into seclusion at all."
Ningyue suddenly felt a surge of curiosity about this junior uncle named Ye Feng.
Since emerging from seclusion, it seems that my friends and teachers are all glad that I came out of seclusion early.
Even the gains made during their seclusion seemed insignificant to these people.
And all of this was caused by that junior uncle.
Zhao Xing excitedly added, "Senior Sister, you don't know how delicious Junior Uncle's cooking is!"
The cafeteria has been closed for the past few days, but I'll definitely take you there to try it when it reopens.
Even when facing her closest friends, Ningyue's expression remained aloof and indifferent.
She said calmly, "It's nothing more than some food."
Zhao Xing and Qing You exchanged a glance, a mischievous smile appearing in their eyes.
He didn't explain much, only saying that he would definitely take her to try it when the small canteen reopened.
Ningyue was not interested and said she would talk about it later.
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After working overtime for ten days, Ye Feng finally completed the upgrade of the entire sect to the twenty-four solar terms.
The intense work over the past few days has left him feeling completely overwhelmed.
Not to mention Shenqing Zhenjun.
If it weren't for the fact that he was the sect leader and wanted to develop the sect, he would have quit long ago. Being a chef is really not something that ordinary people can do!
After finishing his work, Ye Feng wanted to relax and take a break.
But Shenqing Zhenjun smiled and said to him:
"You still want to rest? Your little canteen has become a sacred place. The first thing the disciples do when they get up is to go to the canteen to see if it's open. They're already looking forward to it."
Ye Feng said with a wry smile, "Then we need to let the chef rest, right? I'll be exhausted if this keeps up."
"This senior brother doesn't care. You opened the cafeteria yourself, so you're responsible for how you run it."
Ye Feng couldn't do anything about his senior brother who was clearly just there to watch the show.
The small canteen is self-owned, and the diners appreciate and like it, which should be a cause for celebration.
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