Chapter 458 - Master Immortal (23) (1/2)

After Long Shaxue was released from the punishment platform, she made people send Fu Xi back to Peng Lai first. Then she went straight back to the dragon race without returning to the Xiyue Mountain.

Ming Shu thought she was going to gather a team and fight back, so she was very excited. But Long Shaxue didn’t take any action afterward.

She got excited for nothing.

Without Long Shaxue and Xie Chuyang, life became more and more boring.

Ming Shu would either eat or sleep all day long. The time passed fast, and Xie Chuyang and Long Shaxue seemed to have agreed not to show up.

Do they know that I need their Hatred Points so they just hide on purpose?

When there was nothing to do, Yu Hui liked walking around the Ninth Mountain. He wanted to find that thing, but the result was below his expectations.

Except for a lot of food, he found nothing.

“Yu Hui, why did you come back so early today?” Seeing Yu Hui come in, Wu Tong was a little surprised. “Did you go up the mountain again?”

Yu Hui had grown quickly in these several years. Now he was taller than Ming Shu, with a tall and straight posture, and had a sunshiny and handsome face. He was a little arrogant, but that didn’t stop many crazy fangirls in the immortal world.

“The class ended earlier.” Yu Hui’s voice also changed, becoming more pleasant to the ears. He put things down and rolled up his sleeves to begin washing some food ingredients.

Wu Tong’s mouth corners twitched. Master Immortal, come in a hurry, your incurable disciple began to waste food again.

“Yu Hui.” Wu Tong tried to stop him. “You should focus on your cultivation. You know, Lord Ye Yue will be in charge of this job. If the master immortal sees you waste food like this, she’ll beat you again…”

Yu Hui grunted. “If he can cook, why can’t I?”

Wu Tong: “…”

Lord Ye Yue was really cooking for eating, but you’re wasting.

Wu Tong didn’t manage to stop Yu Hui, so she just let him be. Anyway, being beaten was his everyday obligation.

Wu Tong got the porridge ready for Ming Shu, gave a look at Yu Hui who was still studying his new cuisine, trembled, then left the kitchen hurriedly.

When Ming Shu finished the porridge, Yu Hui came in with a plate on his palm, looking a mess but still arrogant. “Master, try this.”

“You wasted my food again!” Ming Shu jumped up from the soft couch and directly smacked his forehead. “How many times have I told you, you’re not allowed to go in the kitchen.”

F**k, you’re not designed for being a cook, why don’t you understand.

You’ve burned all my kitchens!

Yu Hui protected the plate and darted to one side. “Master, this one must be great. Look, the color is so nice, and I promise it must taste good.”

Ming Shu stood with her hands on her hips, looked at the stuff in his hands, and squeezed out a forced smile. “I’m afraid I’ll be poisoned to death.”

“How come, these are poisonless.” Yu Hui insisted, “Master, just have a taste, maybe they taste better?”

That Lord Ye Yue was so annoying, but the psychopath always thought of him.

Staring at the strange desserts on the plate, Ming Shu had no interest in tasting them at all.

But Yu Hui behaved like a careful and expectant pet… Ming Shu picked up a small piece with the jade chopsticks and put it in her mouth. No taste, and even with a somewhat astringent feeling. Unpalatable!

This little goblin must be pushing my bottom line for bad snacks.

“How is it?”

“Don’t you know the result in your own heart?” Ming Shu pinched the jade chopsticks and really wanted to drop the plate on his head. But thinking that she couldn’t waste food, she held back her anger and remained unmoved.

“Not good?” But Lord Ye Yue cooked desserts in this way. I just followed his steps strictly, why does it taste bad?

Ming Shu took a deep breath and smiled. “From now on, if you dare step one foot into the kitchen, I’ll drive you out of the Ninth Mountain.”

Yu Hui: “…”

F**k, I worked hard to finish each day’s required cultivation early in order to cook for you, now you dislike it!

No matter whether the desserts tasted good or bad, he made them with his hands, who did she think would have such an honor?

Yet she doesn’t cherish it!

“Why haven’t you gone meditating, are you waiting to be beaten?”

Yu Hui’s lips curled at the corners and he went toward the kitchen with the plate.

If I didn’t give way to you, do you think you could beat me?

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from the kitchen? Leave the plate, later Wu Tong will clean it up, now just be gone.” Seeing him makes me feel sorry for my food.