Chapter 1432

By the time morning came the next day, not only Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie, but even Liu Shuang and Lu Youyou didn't know when they had arrived.

In the room, the several hundred empty boxes scattered about, along with the satisfied expressions on all four faces, already proved what they had done the night before.

"Oh no, how did we eat so much? These were all made by our junior brother's hard work."

Lu Youyou, coming to her senses, saw the room full of empty boxes and panicked a little; they had agreed to sell them for money, and Ye Zhangqing was to get seventy percent.

Now they've eaten so much in just one night—what are we to do?

Seeing Lu Youyou's regretful face, having overeaten last night, Xu Jie smiled confidently.

"Don't worry, I already have a plan."

"Does Third Shī xiōng have a solution?"

"When have you ever seen Third Shī xiōng fight a battle he wasn't sure of winning?"

Saying that, the four tidied up the room a bit, then leisurely went to the Canteen for breakfast.

Although they had eaten plenty yesterday, will there ever be enough of Ye Zhangqing's meals?

After eating a bowl of beef noodles early in the morning, feeling very satisfied, they greeted Ye Zhangqing, and Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, and Lu Youyou, led by Xu Jie, walked off unsteadily.

"Third Shī xiōng, where are we going now?"

"Find a lively place."

The four all the way to the Place: Zhu Feng square of the Medicine King Pavilion, where there were indeed many Medicine King Pavilion disciples coming and going.

After all, many important halls of the Medicine King Pavilion must pass through here, so the foot traffic is naturally dense.

"This is the place."

Nodding in satisfaction, Xu Jie then instructed the three to start building a table; not knowing what Xu Jie intended, they still followed his orders and got to work.

The table wasn't big, even rather crude, but Xu Jie didn't mind.

Then he leapt onto the table and took out a hundred portions of dried rations.

Meanwhile, the Medicine King Pavilion disciples passing by nearby were also drawn to the scene.

They didn't know what was going on—how someone could suddenly set up a table on the Place: Zhu Feng square, and such a crude one at that.

Faced with the curious gazes of many Medicine King Pavilion disciples, Xu Jie broke into a grin.

"Fellow Daoists of the Medicine King Pavilion, today we are here mainly to hold an auction, and the items up for bid are these dried rations before me."

Huh???

Upon hearing this, many Medicine King Pavilion disciples were dumbfounded—dried rations? What's there to auction about that?

To them, you could toss it on the ground and nobody would glance twice, yet you're putting it up for auction—what a joke.

Some immediately showed contempt, while others couldn't help shouting out.

"Are you guys crazy poor? You're auctioning off dried rations?"

"Even dogs won't eat this stuff, and you're trying to auction it at the Medicine King Pavilion?"

Faced with the mocking and sarcastic remarks of the Medicine King Pavilion disciples, Xu Jie didn't care at all; he calmly opened a box, heated it with Línglì, and said with a smile.

"You've all heard about the recent kitchen affairs, right, fellow Daoists?"

For a moment, the noise died down; naturally, everyone had heard about the kitchen matter.

The honored guests invited by the pavilion master—whenever it was Fàn diǎn, the aroma that drifted out made many disciples drool with hunger.

Too bad, they weren't qualified to eat, and the pavilion master also didn't allow the disciples to disturb those guests.

But what does that have to do with these dried rations before us?

Seeing the disciples drawn in, Xu Jie continued to smile.

"Actually, these dried rations up for auction today are made by the kitchen's spirit chef—my junior brother, the Heavenly Pride Ye Zhangqing, personally crafted, and they taste exactly the same."

"Really?"

Upon hearing that, a disciple couldn't help but ask in astonishment; they had been craving that bite for a long time.

Seeing the disciples' reactions below, Xu Jie smiled; that was exactly the effect he wanted.

Immediately, Xu Jie unleashed his trump card.

"If you fellows don't believe me, you can come up on stage for a free taste to see whether what I said is true or false."

Hearing that they could taste for free, the disciples couldn't refuse and eagerly signed up.

Xu Jie, seeing this, turned to the stunned Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, and Lu Youyou beside him and smiled.

"What are you standing there for? Keep order—the table's about to be overwhelmed."

"Oh oh."

Hearing Xu Jie's words, the three snapped to attention, hurriedly jumped down from the platform, began maintaining order, and had the disciples line up properly.

The disciple who came first couldn't hide his surprise—he was the Inner Disciple of Medicine Cloud Peak, ranked second in the Medicine King Pavilion, and many disciples called him Second Shī xiōng.

Being the first to go up on stage for a taste naturally made him excited.

Eagerly mounting the table and coming before Xu Jie, he looked at the steaming box of fish‑fragrant shredded pork, smelled its tempting aroma, and couldn't help but say.

"It's this flavor, exactly this flavor."

"Come, please try it."

The next second, Xu Jie handed over a bamboo skewer—only as long as a pinky finger, and so thin it made one's scalp go numb.

Carefully receiving the bamboo skewer, the Medicine King Pavilion's Second Shī xiōng froze, looking at Xu Jie with a complex expression.

"Fellow Daoist, what's this for? To pick your teeth?"

"It's for you to taste."

Huh???

He glanced at the fish‑fragrant shredded pork, then at the tiny bamboo skewer in his hand, and the Medicine King Pavilion's Second Shī xiōng fell silent—could this be used for tasting?

"Fellow Daoist, with so many people here, we naturally can't let everyone eat too much—just a small taste will do; if you like it, you can join the auction, and the highest bidder wins."

Hearing Xu Jie's words also made sense, immediately the Medicine King Pavilion second Shī xiōng used this tiny bamboo skewer, carefully picked up a strand of meat, put it into his mouth and chewed slowly.

The flavor just exploded in his mouth, but he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, then............ he just swallowed it down in a daze.

He couldn't tell what flavor it was.

For a moment, the Medicine King Pavilion second Shī xiōng looked somewhat embarrassed at Xu Jie, and said hesitantly.

"That fellow cultivator, I just accidentally ate too hastily and couldn't taste the flavor."

"That's embarrassing, each person can only crave once."

Xu Jie shook his head; eventually, the Medicine King Pavilion second Shī xiōng walked down the high platform feeling somewhat depressed.

Afterward, one after another Medicine King Pavilion disciples went up on stage to sample; a single box of fish-flavored shredded pork-flavored dry rations somehow let the tens of thousands of Medicine King Pavilion disciples present all have a taste.

Those at the front could still get a bit of meat shreds, and at worst there were still some meat scraps.

But those at the back could only use the bamboo skewer to pick up a grain of rice soaked in meat juice.

Each person sampled one grain of rice; as soon as the grain entered the mouth, a moment's distraction would cause it to slide down with the saliva into the stomach.

It can be said that many Medicine King Pavilion disciples didn't manage to taste it clearly, but that fleeting deliciousness still left them a deep impression.

Although they felt it wasn't clear, not profound, it really made them nostalgic; thus, many Medicine King Pavilion disciples looking at the hundred boxes of dry rations on stage also had their eyes blaze with fervor.

This flavor is really good; no matter what, they wanted to buy a box to try; moreover, that aroma was extremely similar to the scent that had been wafting from the kitchen these past few days.