Someone Ascends

"Chef…" Shen Ying glanced at the table covered with freshly cooked dishes, and the corner of her mouth twitched. The person in front of her was still covered in serious injuries. "I think I… just had lunch."

"Master," Yi Qing replied seriously. "These are only pastries. They don't count as a proper meal. If you don't like them, Master, why don't I serve some fruits instead? There aren't many immortal fruits left from the last time: Mystic Phoenix Fruit, Flying Feather Fruit, Exotic Fruit, Bud Fruit… and True Sand Fruit. Do you want to have them for now?"

As he was speaking, he retrieved an entire bag of fruits from the storage bag hanging by his side…

Shen Ying: "…"

Er, it really… isn't much.

"Master, do you not like these?" Yi Qing saw that Shen Ying had not moved an inch and became worried.