"Little Brother, you're getting up earlier and earlier these days..."
Walking into the kitchen and seeing Lu Fei, his junior fellow apprentice in a sweat from busyness, Qing Feng immediately came forward to help and said with a smile: "You should meditate more, your cultivation level is still low..."
Lu Fei carefully put the bouncy Spirit Rice into the steamer, and covered it. Then he wiped the sweat off his forehead and laughed, "Doing these chores is also part of cultivation, and I'm the youngest here in the Temple. It's only right that I do more."
"It's a pity that my cultivation isn't as good as my two elder martial brothers. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to trouble you with making rice..."
He spoke quite nicely.
Qing Feng smiled from ear to ear at his words.