Li Yiru was dazzled by the prosperous and beautiful scene for a moment. After observing it, she calmed down, found the right direction, and finally stepped into the Deacon's Hall.
In the bright hall, behind the cabinet on the left, there was a young man sitting there, who seemed to be a waiter behind the counter.
Li Yirou greeted politely, "Hello, I'm a new disciple today. This is my disciple token. I'd like to receive some introductory items from you."
The young man raised his eyelids lightly, and when he saw that it was a chor disciple, his expression became a little impatient, "Wait."
Without even glancing at Li Yiru, he turned around, lifted the curtain behind him, and entered the inner room.
Li Yirou couldn't care less about his attitude. After all, this was not the previous world, and the other party was not a real waiter. It was unreasonable for him to have a bad attitude for no reason.
She could only wait patiently, staring at the door curtain eagerly, and actually waited for an hour!
I was angry, but I had waited for so long and it was my new arrival, so I didn't know whether to lose my temper or leave. I paced around the room in annoyance.
The light dimmed, and a young man walked in. He looked only a few years older than her, but he spoke bluntly, "Where are you? I want to collect my monthly salary and exchange it for something."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who had been sitting behind the counter came out from behind, his steps no longer slow and leisurely.
Li Yiru huddled aside and observed secretly. Was she too polite and only she could get his attention if she lost her temper?
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Zheng." A flower-like smile bloomed on the young man's cold face. Li Yiru was not only disgusted by his change of expression, but was even more shocked that he called a young boy who looked much younger than him "Senior Brother" so respectfully.
"What do you want to exchange?" the young man said, stretching out his hands, and Senior Brother Zheng handed him the token.
Li Yirou noticed at a glance that Senior Brother Zheng's token was made of jade, while hers was a piece of wood. She immediately realized that perhaps this was the difference between outer and inner disciples, so the people in the Deacon Hall treated them differently.
The boy was not treated preferentially because of his bad attitude, but because he had the capital to be arrogant.
"Exchange for five bottles of Qigong Pills, one bottle each of Peiyuan Pills and Huiyuan Pills."
The young man said respectfully, "Please wait a moment," and went behind the curtain again.
The young man finally had some free time and glanced at Li Yiru. He saw that the person holding the token was a servant, had no cultivation, his clothes were tattered, and his face was very dark, but he looked okay.
No matter what level one is, he can enter the sect. He looked away with disdain.
Unlike when he dealt with her, this time the young man came out in just a few minutes, holding a few small bottles in his hands. He placed the tokens on a tray and pushed it towards his senior brother Zheng.
The boy didn't even say thank you. Instead, he was very impatient and left as soon as he got the things.
After he stepped out of the door, the young man's smile disappeared and he rolled his eyes. Li Yirou shook her head secretly, wondering what kind of people they were.
The young man was still holding a cloth bag in his hand. As if he suddenly remembered Li Yirou, he snorted coldly and said, "Junior sister, you are so patient~"
Li Yiru pursed her lips and didn't dare to say anything more. This villain was angry somewhere else and took it out on her.
Fortunately, he was just being sarcastic, so I gave her the things smoothly and he didn't make things difficult for her.
Li Yiru took the package silently and gritted her teeth secretly. She still had to survive here. There was no other way. She couldn't wait for an hour every time she came.
When you are under someone's roof, Li Yiru thought that verbal provocation was nothing and would not affect her own interests.
She had no ability now, and she didn't even know if she could practice. She could only calm down and finally forced herself to say, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
After saying that, he put the package on his back and said, "Brother, I'm new here and in the dining hall. I don't have anything to show you this time. I'm really sorry to trouble you."
The young man raised his eyebrows. The Deacon's Hall was a good place, in charge of many matters, but when it came to the inner disciples, there was always a big gap. It was very unpleasant to be ordered around.
So they always have two faces. Their daily fun is to see the outer disciples and menial disciples getting so angry that they jump up and down but dare to hold it in, and they feel secretly happy.
This person waited for half an hour, and she was a little girl, but her attitude was surprisingly calm, and she even said some nice words to coax her. It's really...
"I was delayed by something just now." He evaded the question. Don't hit someone who smiles at you. This little girl is quite interesting.
"That's fine." Li Yirou waved her hand. "Brother, come to the dining hall for dinner when you're free~"
Her little hand must have trembled, so she didn't give him enough meat!
In the end, I can only think about it, holding my anger in my heart, and not wanting to chat with him. I just hope I don't make enemies with him.
But after she finished speaking, the man's expression became a little strange. Li Yirou looked at him doubtfully, and then saw that he suddenly smiled, "Okay, eat more tonight."
"Yeah, I'm a little hungry. I'll go back and eat. Goodbye, Senior Brother!" After she finished speaking, the man suddenly laughed out loud, "Your name is Li Yirou, right? My name is Chang Shuqing. Come over to play when you have nothing to do, hahahaha."
Confused and not knowing what he was laughing at, Li Yirou could only give him a fake smile and turned away.
She was a little confused all the way there. What on earth was he laughing at? Wasn't he just asking him to eat in the cafeteria? But after thinking about it for a while, she couldn't come up with a conclusion. Whatever, maybe he was just mocking her for being in a shabby cafeteria.
When they got back, it was time for dinner. Li Yiru saw that fortunately there were not many disciples, only about a dozen or so. She quickly put down her things and helped Wang Xiuling serve food to the disciples.
The food was quickly distributed to the disciples. There wasn't much variety, just rice, two vegetable dishes, one meat dish, and one soup.
Seeing Wang Xiuling not moving, Li Yirou was a little curious, "Aunt Xiuling, do we have to eat after they finish eating?"
Wang Xiuling responded vaguely, "Hmm..."
Li Yiru had been running around all day and was already hungry. The food didn’t look particularly good and didn’t smell like anything, but it was definitely better than the earthy-smelling fasting pills, right?
"Then can I eat first?" She felt that she would not have the strength to work if she did not eat, so she looked at Wang Xiuling expectantly.
Wang Xiuling looked embarrassed, and then she heard her stomach rumbling. Due to the presence of many disciples, she could only say, "Then you eat first."
Li Yirou couldn't bear it any longer, so she served herself some rice, added some vegetables, and scooped a bowl of soup for herself.
After taking a bite of rice and side dishes, Li Yirou was stunned. It felt like she had eaten a piece of wood in her mouth. She couldn't chew it, couldn't swallow it, and couldn't spit it out either.
This is not eating, it's torture!
Not only was the brown rice undercooked, but the dishes were also extremely salty and had a woody taste. Li Yiru quickly picked up the soup and took a sip, but to her surprise it was bitter. Not only did it fail to alleviate the discomfort caused by the meal, it made her feel even worse!
A bowl of soup isn't medicine, so why is it so bitter? It's not as comfortable as drinking clean water.
He subconsciously looked up at Wang Xiuling. The other party seemed to understand the reason and just looked away indifferently.
The other disciples had wooden expressions, showing no joy at eating delicious food. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with her sense of taste.
Could this be the sect's master chef? Even an ordinary person like her could cook a hundred times better than her...
Influenced by the original owner, Li Yiru was extremely appreciative of food, but she couldn't eat a single bite of these meals. She would rather eat the fasting pills left for her by Master Minjing.
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