Chapter 2112: Good son, Dad didn't dote on you for nothing

Zuo Jue wore an obsequious expression, staring at Ye Zhangqing, eagerly awaiting his reply.

However, when Ye Zhangqing heard Zuo Jue's words, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Your father wants to eat? This matter…"

Ye Zhangqing's tone was somewhat hesitant, as if he were thinking about something.

Seeing this, Zuo Jue grew increasingly nervous, fearing Ye Zhangqing would refuse his request.

Thus, he didn't even wait for Ye Zhangqing to finish speaking before hastily interjecting.

"Elder Brother Ye, my father is truly sincere, and he is strong and full of strength. He just doesn't trust me much, so I want him to try a bite. If he finds it tasty, we won't have to worry about food supplies for the canteen anymore, and furthermore, all the medicinal pills the sect needs for cultivation can be obtained by having my father go to Pill King Immortal City. He is currently an elder there."

The more Zuo Jue spoke, the more excited he became, as if he could already see a bright future.

However, Ye Zhangqing's reaction was completely unexpected.

"Elder Brother Ye, just let my father have a bite, just one bite will do."

Zuo Jue said anxiously, his voice hinting at a plea.

But after hearing Zuo Jue's words, Ye Zhangqing's face showed a strange expression.

He looked at Zuo Jue and spoke slowly.

"What I mean is, just let your father come eat directly—it's only a bowl of food, not some rare treasure."

Huh???

Hearing this, Zuo Jue was completely stunned.

He never expected Ye Zhangqing to be so easy to talk to—this is completely different from what he had imagined.

However, Zuo Jue quickly came to his senses and hurriedly thanked Ye Zhangqing.

"Thank you, Elder Brother Ye, thank you, Elder Brother Ye, you're really great."

Looking at Zuo Jue effusively thanking him, Ye Zhangqing wore a strange expression and asked.

"Zuo Jue, you and your father are truly a model of filial piety."

"That's right."

Upon hearing that, Zuo Jue, puzzled, looked up and replied, while Ye Zhangqing shook his head and walked away—this landlord's foolish son.

Afterward, Zuo Jue went to get food happily, devouring a bowl like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

He seemed to think that bowl of rice was the most delicious food in the world; shortly, he had eaten it clean.

He let out a satisfied belch, then sneaked over to the kitchen.

With Ye Zhangqing's approval, he quickly filled a bowl to the brim with food, holding it carefully, afraid to spill a drop.

Only then did he head back toward the cave dwelling.

On the way back, Zuo Jue looked around and finally found a secluded spot.

He stopped, cradling the bowl of food as if it were a priceless treasure.

"Having a bite should be fine, after all Father is just tasting it; there's plenty, so eating some won't hurt."

Zuo Jue muttered to himself while involuntarily swallowing saliva.

Finally, unable to resist the temptation of the food, he picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a bite, and put it in his mouth.

At that moment, he felt as if he were tasting the ultimate flavor of the world, all his worries cast to the clouds.

Bite after bite, Zuo Jue was completely immersed in the world of food, unable to pull himself away.

What appeared to be a large bowl of food was disappearing at an astonishing speed under his voracious eating.

In just a dozen breaths or so, the bowl was already half gone.

When Zuo Jue came to his senses, only one-third of the food remained in the bowl.

He frowned, looking reluctantly at the remaining food, muttering to himself.

"How can it be so not filling? But Father is just tasting it; I can have another bite, it'll be fine—yes, just one bite, the last one."

Having said that, Zuo Jue convinced himself again, then without hesitation opened his mouth wide and lunged at the rice bowl.

…………..

On his way back, swaying, Zuo Jue returned to the cave dwelling, where Zuo Fu had already been waiting anxiously, eyes strained.

He paced anxiously at the entrance of the cave dwelling, occasionally glancing toward the path outside, constantly muttering to himself.

"How come this brat hasn't come back yet?"

Finally, Zuo Jue's figure appeared on the path.

Seeing this, Zuo Fu felt a great weight lift from his heart; he hurried forward, full of expectation, and asked.

"You brat, why are you so slow? Where's the food?"

Zuo Jue, wearing a smug expression, took out the rice bowl from his bosom and replied unhurriedly.

"Isn't this me coming back?"

However, when Zuo Fu saw the little bit of food left in the bowl, his face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm.

"You unfilial son, is this the lunch you brought back?"

Zuo Fu's voice was filled with anger and disappointment; he widened his eyes and stared fixedly at Zuo Jue, as if trying to see through him.

Zuo Jue was startled by his father's angry glare, and he gave a somewhat guilty explanation.

"There were too many people; this is all that was left—I barely managed to grab it."

"You unfilial son…"

Zuo Fu trembled with rage, his finger pointing at Zuo Jue, his lips quivering, yet he could not find words for a moment.

The next second, a sudden clamor of chickens and dogs erupted from inside the cave dwelling, followed immediately by Zuo Jue's miserable cries.

Zuo Fu was obviously thoroughly enraged; he launched a brutal beating at Zuo Jue, who could only beg for mercy under his father's blows and curses.

After a while, once the shouting finally ceased, Zuo Fu, panting, sat on the stone stool in the cave dwelling; before him lay the empty bowl, his face still bearing a trace of anger, but more so a look of lingering dissatisfaction.

This mouthful of food was like sweet dew anointing the crown, leaving him awestruck—it truly was a peerless delicacy he had never tasted in his life.

Even Zuo Fu, a world-weary, well-informed eminent figure of the Immortal Realm, couldn't help but be shaken.

In his life he had seen countless rare treasures and tasted all kinds of mountain and sea delicacies, yet such delicious food was something he had never encountered before.

Watching his father's stunned, speechless expression, Zuo Jue secretly gloated, naturally able to guess what his father was thinking at that moment.

Then, he stepped forward with a beaming face, saying proudly.

"How about it, Dad, I didn't lie to you, right?"

Seeing Zuo Jue's smug look, Zuo Fu forced a straight face and replied unhappily.

"Such a tiny bit, what flavor could you possibly taste?"

"Dad, you think the sect canteen is something you can just eat whenever you want? That bite just now was something I fought desperately to get."

"If you like it, just get some more immortal beast and magic beast ingredients; then I'll go beg Ye Zhangqing, and we father and son won't have to worry about missing this meal."

As soon as he said that, Zuo Fu's expression changed—clearly he had been persuaded.

One thing this unfilial son didn't lie about was that the food's flavor truly leaves a lingering aftertaste.

That small bite just now still leaves Zuo Fu savoring it.