Chapter 1354: Not Even Dogs Would Eat It

Qiu Baiyi didn't want to use force; she still wanted Ye Zhangqing to truly fall in love with her.

Regarding this, Qingyan also had no choice but to continue helping Qiu Baiyi devise plans.

On the other side, the canteen wasn't open today, but when Fàn diǎn arrived, many disciples still came over.

Looking at the canteen with its doors tightly shut, many disciples felt hopeless and lifeless.

"Ah, we won't get to eat today?"

"What should we do? I waited all night just for this bite."

"Who isn't like that? This morning I had no mood for Xiūliàn, just kept watching the time."

I feel like I've gotten used to eating now; as soon as it's Fàn diǎn, I want to eat.

How about we go to the old canteen and make do with a meal?

All the disciples felt depressed; recently they'd gotten used to having two meals a day, but today they suddenly missed a meal, feeling empty inside.

At this moment someone suggested going to the old canteen to make do with a meal.

Since Ye Zhangqing arrived, many disciples had almost forgotten that the sect originally still had an old canteen.

As soon as it was Fàn diǎn, they naturally came to Ye Zhangqing's place.

At this moment, hearing someone mention the old canteen, the disciples present all froze, and some even hesitated.

"Is the old canteen's food edible?"

Just make do with a meal anyway; anyway, I'm used to eating every day now, if I don't eat something I feel off all day.

Then let's give it a try; I remember the old canteen's food may not be amazing, but Chef Liu is at least a ninth-grade spirit chef, so it's still decent.

Then let's go make do with a meal.

The old canteen's food definitely can't compare to what Ye Zhangqing makes, but in the disciples' memories it's still okay; even after going a long time without eating, occasionally having a meal still feels decent.

Today Ye Zhangqing is resting, and the disciples also had no choice.

Some disciples couldn't hold back and rushed toward the old canteen.

The old canteen is located exactly on the other side of the sect, not far from where Ye Zhangqing is.

At this moment, inside the old canteen, a plump middle-aged man was idly sitting in Yuàn zhōng.

Beside him were several large buckets filled with food.

There was also a young man, the middle-aged man's disciple, and also a spirit chef.

Looking at the courtyard with no one in sight, the young man said helplessly.

"Master, lately there have been fewer and fewer people."

Although before the canteen was also deserted, whenever Fàn diǎn came, you could still see a few disciples here and there.

Someone always gets a craving.

Moreover, the ingredients they use in the canteen are all spirit food, which is also helpful for cultivators.

But recently, for some unknown reason, the number of disciples coming to the canteen to eat has been decreasing, and no one knows where they've gone.

When Fàn diǎn arrived, not even a single person could be seen.

Every time they finished preparing the food, looking at the empty courtyard gate, their hearts were filled with mixed feelings.

But the sect has regulations, so they cannot not do it.

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

"Ah, cultivators naturally don't have much desire for sensual pleasures; don't overthink it, just do what needs to be done."

"Oh."

As the master and disciple's words fell, suddenly a group of disciples walked in from outside the courtyard, numbering over a hundred.

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

"What's going on? When there was no one, there wasn't a single person, and now suddenly there are so many?"

Over a hundred people, for their canteen, could already be described as a noisy crowd.

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

"What would you all, senior sisters, like to eat?"

No matter what, as a cook, it's a joy when the food you make is liked and needed.

Even the middle-aged man at this moment rose, went to the buckets to help serve the food, his face beaming.

Moreover, today just happens to be his specialty dish, which will surely let these disciples eat well.

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

The master and disciple were extremely enthusiastic, but many disciples' faces were indifferent, and some even muttered.

"Ah, today we can only make do with a meal."

"Just eat something casually."

"It should be better tomorrow."

"Huh???"

Hearing the disciples' words, the master and disciple were stunned, wondering what "make do with a meal" meant and what "it'll be better tomorrow" meant.

Why does this sound so strange?

Some couldn't understand, and the disciples weren't very enthusiastic about this food either.

Leaving other things aside, just the aroma is far inferior to what Ye Zhangqing makes.

Walking into the courtyard, although they also smelled the food's aroma, the disciples felt absolutely no attraction.

Unlike Ye Zhangqing's food, just smelling its aroma made the disciples involuntarily drool.

As for this old canteen's food, they felt nothing at all.

They casually dished out some food, just thinking to get by with it.

Looking at each disciple serving the food, they not only take just a little, but they all look like they have no will to live.

The master and apprentice both frowned, the middle-aged man's face even darkened—what the hell do you mean?

Coming to the canteen to eat, yet you put on a dead‑fish face—I damn owe you.

And what the hell are all these weird things you're saying? I damn can't understand a word.

The Liu‑surnamed spirit chef is baffled—are you here to eat or to collect a debt?

Just as he was utterly baffled, the disciple who had first served the rice took a bite—and then, the very next second, spat it out.

"Pah, what is this?"

"How can it be so awful?"

"It's basically impossible to swallow."

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

"How did I never notice it was this awful before?"

The disciples had eaten at the old canteen before, but it was merely unremarkable—not yet hard to swallow.

The disciples don't realize that they've been eating Ye Zhangqing's meals these days, and their palates have already been spoiled.

The old canteen that used to seem all right is now, naturally, hard to swallow.

As the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugal to extravagant but hard to go from extravagant to frugal; having grown used to Ye Zhangqing's meals, how could other spirit chefs' meals possibly be the same?

The Liu‑surnamed spirit chef, already in a foul mood, had a fire smoldering inside; seeing his own food, after one bite it was spat out, and his face turned black as the pot bottom.

「You................ 」

Their teeth clicked as they clenched, yet the disciples had already risen, walking out while muttering.

"Too awful."

"Even dealing with me, I can't handle it."

"Even dogs won't eat it."

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

"Don't go too far—stop right there. What do you mean, 'even dogs won't eat it'? I'm Old Liu, a proper nine‑star spirit chef—what do you mean by that?"

You're going too far—these disciples really are going too far; even cooks have tempers, you know.