Chapter 2529

Beside them were several large barrels, filled with food.

There was also a young man, the disciple of the middle-aged man, who was also a spirit chef.

Looking at the courtyard where not a single shadow could be seen, the young man said helplessly.

"Master, there are fewer and fewer people lately."

Although the cafeteria had been quiet before, at every mealtime, one could still see a few disciples here and there.

There was always someone with a craving.

Moreover, the ingredients used in their cafeteria were all spirit food; eating it was helpful to cultivators.

But for some time now, for some reason, fewer and fewer disciples had been coming to the cafeteria to eat, and he didn't know where everyone had gone.

When mealtime arrived, one couldn't even see a single shadow.

Every time the master and disciple finished preparing the food and looked at the empty courtyard gate, their hearts were filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Yet, the sect had regulations, and they couldn't just stop cooking.

Hearing the young man's words, the middle-aged man also sighed helplessly and said.

"Sigh, cultivators naturally don't have much desire for the pleasures of the palate. Don't think too much; just do what needs to be done."

"Oh."

No sooner had the master and disciple finished speaking than a group of disciples suddenly walked into the courtyard, numbering over a hundred.

Seeing so many people swarm in, even the master and disciple were stunned.

What was going on? When there was no one, there was absolutely no one, but once they came, there were so many?

For their cafeteria, over a hundred people could already be described as bustling with noise and excitement.

Looking at so many disciples, the young man couldn't help but grin.

"What would you all like to eat?"

Regardless of anything else, as a cook, it was always a happy thing to have the food one made be liked and needed by others.

Even the middle-aged man stood up at this moment and came to the large barrels to help serve the food, his face beaming with joy.

Besides, today happened to be his specialty dishes, which would surely satisfy these disciples.

"Come, come, come, don't be shy about what you want to eat."

The master and disciple were extremely enthusiastic, but the expressions of the many disciples were very indifferent, and some even muttered to themselves.

"Sigh, I'll just have to make do with a meal today."

"Let's just eat something casual."

"It should be better tomorrow."

Hmm???

Hearing the disciples' words, the master and disciple were taken aback. What did they mean by "make do with a meal"? What did "it should be better tomorrow" mean?

Why did these words sound so strange?

They were a bit confused, and the disciples didn't have much enthusiasm for the food either.

To say nothing else, the fragrance alone was far inferior to what Ye Changqing made.

Walking into the courtyard, although they smelled the fragrance of the food, the disciples didn't feel attracted in the slightest.

Unlike the food Ye Changqing made, which made the disciples drool just by smelling it.

As for the food in this old cafeteria, they felt nothing at all.

They casually served some food, thinking they would just make do.

Watching every disciple who served food, not only did they take just a little bit, but they all had expressions of utter listlessness.

The master and disciple frowned deeply, and the middle-aged man's face turned even darker. What the hell do you people mean?

Coming to the cafeteria to eat and still wearing a dead-fish face—do I owe you something?

And what were those strange things they were saying? Why couldn't I understand a single word?

The spirit chef surnamed Liu was a bit confused. Are you here to eat, or are you here to collect a debt?

Just as he was utterly bewildered, the first disciple who had served food took a bite, but the next second, they spat it out directly.

"Pah, what is this stuff?"

"Why is it so unpalatable?"

"It's simply impossible to swallow."

"It's far worse than the new cafeteria."

"How come I never noticed it was this unpalatable before?"

The disciples hadn't never eaten at the old cafeteria before, but it could only be said that it was unremarkable; it hadn't reached the point of being impossible to swallow.

The disciples didn't know that they had been eating the food Ye Changqing made for the past few days, and their palates had long since been spoiled.

The old cafeteria, which they used to think was acceptable, was naturally impossible to swallow now that they were eating it again.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Having grown accustomed to the food Ye Changqing made, could eating food made by other spirit chefs be the same?

The spirit chef surnamed Liu, who was already in a foul mood, had a fire burning in his heart. Seeing that the food he made was spat out after one bite, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You all..."

His teeth gnashed with a clatter, but the disciples had already stood up, walking toward the outside while muttering.

"It's too unpalatable."

"Even if I wanted to make do, I couldn't."

"Even a dog wouldn't eat this."

With veins bulging on his forehead, the spirit chef surnamed Liu could no longer hold back and roared angrily.

"Don't go too far! Stop right there! What do you mean 'even a dog wouldn't eat it'? I, Old Liu, am a dignified ninth-grade spirit chef. What do you mean by that?"

This was too much; these disciples were truly going too far. Cooks have tempers too, alright? ===== CHAPTER 2530 =====