Xu Wendong just wanted a simple dinner.
But unexpectedly, Master Wuwang jumped out again.
He felt quite annoyed, popped open a can of beer with a snap, took a sip, picked up a tiger-skin chicken claw, and while eating, said, "Since Master is displeased with me, let's have a little discussion."
"May I ask, does the Buddhist Sect say that laying down one's butcher knife leads to instant enlightenment?"
"So what if it does?" Master Wuwang sat at the dining table, picking up her chopsticks to eat vegetarian noodles.
But Ye Zhirou did not eat.
Her eyes were fixed on the chicken claw, the braised pig's trotters, and various seafood in front of Xu Wendong, as drool embarrassingly dripped from her mouth.
She didn't know what they were, but she smelled a scent she had never encountered before.
She really wanted to eat...