Sorry, My Hand Slipped

Yun Chujiu looked at the red stove and thought to herself, 'How good would it be if I could get a few sweet potatoes and throw them into the oven to roast? If I really can't get sweet potatoes, I can get a few potatoes too!'

Although Yun Chusi and the others were worried about the Law Enforcement Agency, they could not help but relax when they saw Yun Chujiu acting as if nothing had happened. They focused on the work in hand.

An hour later, Middle Peak's outer disciples came down to have breakfast one after another. As for the inner disciples and elders, there were special handymen who came down to take their food! This was the difference in levels.

Of course, there were also some disciples who took more food at a time so as to not delay their cultivation. After all, the food would not turn cold or go bad when it was placed in the storage bag.