Chapter 874: Even Patients Are Being Robbed

The middle-aged man stared at the white rice porridge in the pot with glowing eyes, as if he had seen some peerless beauty.

His action caused many alchemists of the Pill Master Alliance to be greatly dissatisfied.

When they first treated the middle-aged man, the Pill Master Alliance didn't just give him medicinal pills; even his daily meals were nothing but fish and meat.

But this guy is now staring at a pot of white rice porridge, unable to stop himself from drooling.

Isn't this deliberately disgusting people?

Our Pill Master Alliance's carefully prepared fish and meat—could it really not compare to a bowl of white rice porridge?

Even if the other party is a Spirit Chef, you shouldn't do this.

Because the white rice porridge is bland, it doesn't give off any aroma.

So the many cultivators in the courtyard didn't smell anything, and besides, Ye Zhangqing had simply boiled a pot of white rice porridge without any seasoning.

Only the people inside the Spirit Chef Alliance loft smelled this aroma.

At this moment, not only the middle-aged man, but also Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo, and the group of Spirit Chefs who came together stared fixedly at the pot, at the snow-white rice porridge.

"Although there's no aroma, it looks delicious just to look at."

Yun Xiantai swallowed his saliva and murmured.

Soon, the white rice porridge was ready; Ye Zhangqing took a small bowl, scooped a bowlful for the middle-aged man, and said with a smile.

"You've been starving for a long time; you can't eat too much at once, nor anything too greasy. You need to recover slowly—first try this white rice porridge."

Ye Zhangqing boiled the white rice porridge precisely for this reason, and did not make those other overly greasy fish and meat dishes.

Upon hearing that, the middle-aged man nodded repeatedly in thanks, then eagerly took the white rice porridge and drank a mouthful without thinking.

The taste was extremely bland, yet a mouthful filled his mouth with fragrance.

A simple bowl of white rice porridge, in the middle-aged man's view, was practically the ultimate delicacy in the world.

Even the Pill Master Alliance's fish and meat couldn't compare, and there was no basis for comparison at all.

"Ah, delicious—much better than those big dishes before."

The middle-aged man sighed in amazement; meanwhile, Yun Xiantai and the three others couldn't hold back, gathering forward and saying with a smile.

"Hehe, Little Changqing, give this old man a bowl to try too."

"Sure."

The portion was not small, and the middle-aged man shouldn't eat too much, so Ye Zhangqing nodded with a smile and separately scooped a bowl for Yun Xiantai and the others.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man became anxious.

"I'm a patient, after all—wasn't this prepared for me?"

He immediately didn't care about burning his mouth, quickly drank the bowl of white rice porridge, and rushed forward.

"Immortal Master, give me another bowl."

"That fast?"

Looking at the empty bowl bottom, Ye Zhangqing blinked—had it not even been ten breaths? It's already gone? Isn't your mouth burning?

As he spoke, Yun Xiantai and the others also finished a bowl; seeing them pick up their spoons again, the middle-aged man became anxious.

"Immortal Master, how can you snatch the patient's food?"

This stuff is too delicious; even though the middle-aged man is a wealthy person in the secular world, he has eaten many rare delicacies.

But compared to this extremely simple bowl of white rice porridge before him, those are nothing but trash.

At this moment, the middle-aged man still marveled, wondering if this is what the Immortal Master usually eats—truly enviable.

So seeing Yun Xiantai and the others add another bowl, the middle-aged man could no longer hold back and became anxious on the spot.

He quickly spoke up; hearing that, Yun Xiantai, while scooping white rice porridge, replied irritably.

"Get lost—just now Little Changqing said your condition isn't suitable for eating more; one bowl is about right."

"I... who said that? I can still eat."

"Eat shit."

For a bowl of plain porridge, this middle-aged man actually dared to grab food from Yun Xiantai and the others.

Besides, Yun Xiantai and the others basically don't care about this middle-aged man; otherwise, even a casual thought would be enough to blast him to death on the spot.

In the end, Ye Zhangqing decided and gave the middle-aged man another bowl.

However, this is also the limit; after such a long time without food, two bowls of white rice porridge are about right—eating more would be of no benefit.

Inside the Spirit Chef Alliance pavilion it was bustling, but elsewhere in the courtyard it was utterly silent.

The many cultivators watching the middle-aged man gulp down the porridge felt a mix of emotions.

Especially inside the Pill Master Alliance pavilion, the alchemists led by Meng Hui Chun all felt nothing but unpleasant.

"This damn thing, how can you find a bowl of white porridge so fragrant? Why didn't you eat it before?"

"Damned mortal."

"This is just a fool who's never tasted good food."

"No way—he's supposedly not poor in the secular world, so he shouldn't be like this."

"He must have a brain problem."

"What now?"

"I know what to do."

Judging from the current situation, it's obvious that Ye Zhangqing really cured the middle-aged man's illness.

After a bowl of white rice porridge, the man's complexion showed noticeable improvement.

After all, given Ye Zhangqing's skill, even a simple bowl of white porridge possesses tremendous efficacy.

Perhaps the Spirit Chef Alliance cultivators can't see it, but for a middle-aged man with no cultivation at all, the effect is extremely obvious.

After two bowls of white porridge, the middle-aged man only felt his body had gained strength, and his voice grew much louder.

Is it really cured?

Looks like it is so; then those rumors are probably not false.

Yeah, the Pill Master Alliance couldn't cure that ailment, yet this Food Ancestor resolved it so easily.

Now we just wait to see how the Pill Master Alliance will wrap up.

Not bad, you see their faces don't look good.

Numerous cultivators, with strange expressions, scanned back and forth between the Spirit Chef Alliance and the Pill Master Alliance.

The Spirit Chef Alliance's chefs were naturally overjoyed, so happy they could hardly close their mouths.

Meanwhile, looking at the Pill Master Alliance, each one felt deep hatred, as if their parents had died, and their hearts were even more gloomy.

This result undoubtedly causes the Pill Master Alliance to lose face.

However, just then, Meng Hui Chun spoke up.

What's the fuss? It was just a test; no matter the outcome, what does it matter?

Meng Hui Chun, on the other hand, had a calm expression, seeming not to care at all.

The Pill Master Alliance isn't so petty as to lose face over such a trivial matter.

Ye Zhangqing cured the middle-aged man; one can only say he possesses genuine skill, and those rumors are not baseless.

After all, the Pill Master Alliance's purpose has also been achieved; thus, what needs to be considered is the attitude toward the Spirit Chef Alliance going forward.

Certainly we can't continue as before; the Spirit Chef Alliance now truly has a rising momentum.

Furthermore, once today's matter spreads, more and more people will likely seek out the Spirit Chef Alliance.

The status of the Spirit Chefs will probably greatly increase.