Chapter 1750: You little brat, you're slacking off?

Guo Yong felt disappointed that Ye Zhangqing didn't meet his expectations; originally he had high hopes for Ye Zhangqing, and at least at first Ye Zhangqing hadn't given up on himself or joked about his own life.

But only a day had passed, and this brat started pulling tricks.

Not cultivating, he wants to set up a mess hall, claiming to cook for the Guo family—this isn't a joke, is it?

The Guo family members practically all practice inedia; even the children, after birth, are directly fed various heavenly treasures and earthly riches, and they basically never eat grains.

What are you making food for in the Guo family? Isn't that just idle nonsense?

After kindly advising Ye Zhangqing for a while, this brat remained obstinate and wouldn't listen at all.

No matter what he said, he was dead set on setting up a mess hall.

Finally, Guo Yong simply stopped talking, letting him be—after all, whoever dies in the immortal realm will be him, and it has nothing to do with me.

He said this with an unhappy face, then turned and left directly.

Ye Zhangqing could understand Guo Yong's attitude, but since he possessed a system, obtaining Good Review Points was definitely more worthwhile than normal cultivation.

Moreover, the system's existence definitely can't be told to anyone—not even Ye Zhangqing of Dao Yi Shengdi has revealed it, let alone the Guo family.

So let Guo Yong's misunderstanding stand; as for whether anyone will come to eat, Ye Zhangqing isn't worried at all, and he still has some confidence in his cooking skills.

After telling Guo Yong about this, Ye Zhangqing directly set up a simple stove in the small courtyard, without any hassle.

He wasn't worried about ingredients either; he still had some on hand, and future supplies would surely be provided willingly by the Guo family.

Once the Guo family members have tasted his cooking, Ye Zhangqing also wants to see what good ingredients the immortal realm has, about which he still knows nothing.

Saying it, doing it—that evening, the prepared Ye Zhangqing began to cook.

Since it was the first meal, Ye Zhangqing didn't make much—just two dishes and a soup.

Moreover, the amount wasn't large, roughly enough for about a hundred people.

When the food was ready, its aroma wafted through the small courtyard and spread outward.

However, the small island where Ye Zhangqing lives doesn't seem to have many residents; it looks rather deserted, and few people pass by around the courtyard.

At least today all day, besides Guo Yong, Ye Zhangqing hadn't seen anyone else pass by his courtyard.

After the food was done, he kept it warm with spiritual fire and wasn't in a hurry.

The courtyard gate opened, and he simply sat down on the recliner in the courtyard.

It gave off the vibe of Jiang Taigong fishing, waiting for those who wish to be hooked.

While Ye Zhangqing waited quietly, until evening when the sun was about to set, two youths dressed as Guo family servants passed by.

These two weren't Guo family members; they were merely the lowest-ranking servants.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked through the small courtyard, and as they passed the gate, they both caught a whiff of a fragrant aroma.

"Huh, what smell? So fragrant."

"I smelled it too."

With a soft "eh," one of them spoke, and the other agreed.

Unconsciously they stopped, their gazes turning toward the courtyard; the scent came from inside.

Simultaneously drawn by the aroma, looking toward the courtyard, they saw in the center a simple stove that had been set up at some point.

In front of the stove stood three large cauldron-shaped magical implements, from which the aroma drifted.

At the same time, a youth lay lazily with eyes closed on a nearby recliner.

Looking at Ye Zhangqing leaning on the recliner, both recognized him—wasn't he the person from the lower realm that the master brought back?

At this moment he should be cultivating diligently; what is he doing now?

Not cultivating, but cooking?

The two were filled with doubt, yet the incessantly stimulating aroma still made them involuntarily swallow saliva.

Although they didn't know what Ye Zhangqing was up to, the aroma really whetted their appetite.

Don't think that just because they're Guo family servants they lack cultivation; they too have cultivation and have long practiced inedia.

But now they only feel their stomachs growling from hunger, saliva continuously secreting.

While the two servants were still torn, unsure whether to go in, the old man who had previously tasted Ye Zhangqing's cooking appeared at the courtyard gate at some point.

Seeing the old man suddenly appear, the two servants were startled, then their faces showed a flash of fear, but they quickly bowed respectfully.

"Three................. "

"Forget it, don't reveal this old man's identity."

Toward the old man, the servants' attitude could no longer be described as merely respectful; it was more like panic.

However, the old man didn't let them finish speaking, directly interrupting and even sending a mental transmission to them, telling them not to expose his identity.

Immediately, without waiting for their reply, the old man walked into the small courtyard on his own, and upon entering, he spoke familiarly.

"Young man Ye, what are you doing?"

"Senior has arrived; this junior plans to set up a mess hall, providing free meals for the Guo family."

Seeing the old man appear, Ye Zhangqing also sat up and replied; upon hearing this, the old man didn't flare up in anger like Guo Yong did.

He merely gave Ye Zhangqing a strange look, wondering if this brat didn't know about entering the immortal realm.

Didn't the elders of the clan tell him?

Thinking this, the old man tentatively asked:

"Young man Ye, has no one in the clan told you about the immortal realm?"

"He has, the brat already knows this."

"Then why aren't you seizing the time to cultivate? The immortal realm is no joke; the Emperor Sovereign Realm is the minimum requirement for survival—below that, there's hardly any chance of staying alive."

Upon hearing this, the old man frowned, saying this brat knows about the immortal realm and its dangers.

"Since you know all that, why the hell aren't you cultivating and instead fussing over these frivolous things?"

"This old man admits your cooking is good, but you can't joke with your own life."

Chúyì and strength have nothing to do with each other, ah; by the time you enter the immortal realm, even if your Chúyì is superb, there's no place to use it.

At this time, shouldn't you be focusing all your efforts on raising your cultivation?

Looking at Ye Zhangqing, the old man thought to himself, actually he came today just to see how Ye Zhangqing is doing.

If there were any problems, the old man had also considered secretly lending a hand to help him, at least letting him leave the immortal realm alive.

But I never expected that, upon my arrival, what I saw was this kid just giving up, not even bothering to pretend.

For a moment, the old man's feelings could be described as wonderfully varied.