“Are you still that far behind?”
“Do it! Do it already! Hurry up!”
“What about the Kung Pao chicken? I told you to make it a while ago, didn’t I? Where is it?”
The people in the Sichuan Tang family were in a desperate battle.
“Didn’t you say it was for 5 people? It seems like we are making it for more than twenty people, and you want me to make more at this pace?”
“Don’t say that. Just one person was eating it all!”
“All of this?”
“Yes.”
“Huhu. Does he have some ghost attached to him?”
The chefs’ hands began to chop the vegetables faster. And among those chefs, a man stepped into the place very naturally.
Seeing his attire, the chefs placed the food bowls and the bottles on the tray.
“Hurry it! Carry this before it cools down!”
“Yes!”
The man who had his head bowed down and his face concealed, took the tray of food away. He walked out of the kitchen and glanced around as he shoved something into his hand.
He took out a large bottle and a small bottle and then checked them.
-he likes to drink.
And he sprinkled the powder in the small bottle evenly on the chicken and then poured the liquid into the alcohol bottle.
And with an innocent face, he began to calmly walk, pushing the tray forward.
Arriving at the place where the Mount Hua disciples were, he coughed slightly and went inside without delay.
“F-food is here!”
“…again?”
“I don’t know if you eating all of this is great or if the Tang family giving all of this to you is great.”
On the table in the centre, there were numerous empty vessels. The man who brought the food, arranged the vessels full of food in front of Chung Myung and took back the empty ones.
“Kuak. Let’s start again!”
Chung Myung whistled as he raised his chopsticks. Seeing that made Baek Cheon frown.
“Are you seriously going to eat again?”
“Then I will give some to you as well. Have it.”
“Aren’t my words going into your ears? Yah, you bastard! After saying that you have a spar in the afternoon… Is it fine to make your body heavy with all this food?”
“It is fine.”
“Isn’t the food of Mount Hua tasty too? Why is it like you are someone who hasn’t…”
“Sasuk.”
“Huh?”
“That is food.”
“And this?”
“This is cooking.”
“…”
The words were subtly changed, but Baek Cheon could understand what they meant. No matter how generously the meat and the best ingredients were being used, the kitchen of Mount Hua couldn’t be compared with the Tang family.
Weren’t the dishes in the Sichuan Tang family made by the best chefs?
“Uh. Just one bite…”
At that moment, Chung Myung titled his head.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AksiThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
