Chapter 30: I don't want to eat tofu

"Hey, did you hear that Elder Yu Heng has broken the commandments and will be punished by kneeling in the Yanluo Hall for the next three days?"

The next morning, all the disciples gathered on the Terrace of Good and Evil to meditate. After all, they were all young people in their late teens and early twenties, so they could not keep their minds intact, and when the master was not looking, they began to talk and whisper.

Word of Chu Wanning's fine quickly spread.

The disciples who witnessed the caning yesterday did not mince words in sharing gossip with others.

"Wow, how come you guys are so late in learning about this?" "So yesterday Elder Lu Cun took you guys up to the mountains to pick night dew flowers." "Well, you guys really missed out on a lot." "Last night, at Qingtian Hall, blood and flesh were flying, and it was horrible." "Elder Yu Heng was beaten with over two hundred sticks.

The disciple made a particularly exaggerated face with each paragraph. Accompanied by the shouts of amazement from the surrounding senior disciples, let's not mention how proud he was.

"Do you have an account of the 200 sticks that were used to kill the big man, not to mention Elder Yu Heng, who fainted when he couldn't take it anymore? The young master was so mad that he went up and fought with the Preceptor, saying that he would not let anyone touch Elder Yu Heng again.

His features wrinkled into bun folds, he squinted his eyebrows and finally stretched out a finger, wiggled it from side to side and summed up in three words.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Immediately, some junior sisters lost their faces, "What? Elder Yu Heng has fainted."

" young master and the preceptor got into a fight"

"No wonder I didn't see Elder Yu Heng at the morning service today... what kind of commandment did he break?"

"I heard it was a case of beating up the client in a fit of rage."

""

From time to time, such gossip reaches the ears of Xue Meng, the young master at the top of death and life, who has inherited his master's temper and is extremely irritable. Unfortunately, he was not the only one discussing the matter, as there were groups of people on the Good and Evil Terrace muttering things like "Elder Yu Heng has been punished", which made him feel very noisy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

On one side, Xue Meng's forehead is bruised, while on the other side, Mo Ran has been up all night, yawning.

Xue Meng had nowhere else to be angry, so he turned to Mo Ran and said, "The plan of the day lies in the morning, you dog, why are you lazy in the morning?

"Ah," Mo Ran yawned sleepily, "Xue Meng, you've had enough, it's okay if your master lectures me, who are you?

Xue Meng said viciously, "My cousin is a dog, be one if you want to be"

Mo Ran laughed, "How disappointed the Master will be when he finds out that you are so badly behaved and do not take your elder brother into account."

"You still have the nerve to mention the Master Let me ask you, yesterday when he was going to the Precept Court, why didn't you stop him"

"Meng Meng, he's a master, hey, Evening Yu Heng, Beidou, you stop one for me"

Xue Meng was furious and rose up with his sword drawn and his eyebrows raised in anger, "What the fuck did you call me?"

Mo Ran smiled with her cheek: "Good girl, sit down."

Xue Meng thundered: " Mo Weiyu, I'll kill you"

Shi Mei, sandwiched between the two, listening to their daily bickering, could not help but sigh and silently hold the corner of her forehead as she tried to concentrate on her book: "The sun and moon are poured into the pot, when the spiritual nucleus is first formed. The heavenly dao is impenetrable, death and life are involved in the business"

Three days have passed and Chu Wanning has finished his thought process.

As a rule, he faced a three-month grounding period. During this time, he was not allowed to leave the top of the Dead Life and was required to do chores at Mengpo Court, as well as polish the pillars of Naihe Bridge, sweep the steps in front of the gate, etc.

Elder Yu Heng was worried: " Elder Yu Heng, to be honest, I think you should not do these things. You are at least a master of your generation, and doing such things as washing dishes and wiping floors is really aggravating." There was still half a sentence left unsaid

The main thing is that I wonder if you can clean and cook and do laundry.

Chu Wanning did not doubt himself and reported to Mengpo Court in good order.

Mengpo Court was shocked to hear that Chu Wanning was coming to punish them for hard labour.

Chu Wanning arrives in white.

If he had a cloud under his feet and a duster between his arms, he would be no different from an immortal.

The Chief Steward of Mengpo Court felt ashamed and disturbed that he had to harness such a beautiful man to do the dishes and cook the food.

Chu Wanning, however, was not at all self-conscious about being a beautiful man. He stepped into the kitchen and gave a cold glance to the crowd, who couldn't help but take a step back.

"" Chu Wanning opens the door to "what I should do"

The chief steward coyly pinched the hem of his coat for a moment and thought, and then cautiously said, "What does the elder think, how about washing the vegetables"

Chu Wanning said, "Good."

He had thought that Chu Wanning might be reluctant to do this kind of scrubbing, but other tasks were either dirty or required some skill, and he was worried that Chu Wanning might not be able to do them well. Now that Chu Wanning has agreed to do the dishes, he doesn't have to worry about it.

The Chief Steward proved to be truly naive.

In front of Mengpo Court there is a clear stream. Chu Wanning came to the stream with a basket of green vegetables, rolled up his sleeves and started washing them.

This area was under the jurisdiction of the Xuan Ji elders, and the occasional Xuan Ji disciple who passed by and saw Chu Wanning washing vegetables was so shocked that he couldn't finish his sentence, rubbing his eyes three or four times to make sure he was right before he said in shock, "Good morning, Elder Yu Heng."

Chu Wanning raised his eyes, "Good morning."

The disciples of Elder Xuan Ji shuddered and fled.

""

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk to them and continued to break the leaves, rinse them and throw them back into the basket.

He washes them very carefully, breaking each leaf and brushing it back and forth. The result of this was that it was noon and the basket of vegetables had not yet been washed.

The mate was waiting in the mess room, going back and forth in circles: "What should we do? How come the elder hasn't come back yet? If he doesn't come back with the green vegetables, how should we cook the fried beef with green vegetables?"

The chief steward looked at the sun and said, "Forget it, don't wait, let's change it to braised beef."

So when Chu Wanning returned, Mengpo Court's beef was out of the pot, the stew so crispy and flavourful that no greens were needed at all. Chu Wanning frowned as he clutched his dish, rather unhappily, and said coldly, "Why don't you want the greens and make me wash them"

The chief steward's cold hair stood on end, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and uttered a sentence that he regretted: "Isn't this, hoping that the elders will personally make a pot of stewed tofu with green vegetables"

Chu Wanning, without much expression, still clutching his dish, cocked his head in silent contemplation: ""

The chief steward was busy saying, "If the elders don't want to, that's fine."

Chu Wanning was already asking, "Where is the tofu?" before the department could say anything.

Chief Steward: ""

"Elder Yu Heng, do you know how to cook?"

Chu Wanning said, "It's not a no-brainer. It's possible to give it a try."

At noon that day, the disciples entered Mengpo Court as usual, and found their places in groups, and went to the counter to serve food.

The food is always plentiful at the top of death and life, and today is no exception.

The braised beef was fatty and lean, the shredded fish and pork was bright and rich, the peasant crispy pork was golden and crispy, and the chopped fish was red and tempting. The disciples were busy grabbing their favourite food, queuing all the way up for the caterer to add an extra spoonful of sweet and sour pork, some marinade over the rice, or some more spicy oil.

The fastest runners are always Elder Lu Cun's disciples, and the young man at the head of the queue has a large pimple on his nose, but he is still thinking about the mabo tofu. He expertly carries a wooden tray to the last cupboard and, without raising his eyes, says, "Master, a bowl of tofu."

The master, with long, white fingers, handed him a plate full of tofu.

However, it wasn't the mabo tofu he was familiar with. Instead, it was a plate of bizarre food with a charred black colour and unidentifiable ingredients.

The disciple was startled: "What is this thing"

"Tofu cooked with bok choy."

Mengpo Court's crowded voice, this disciple also did not pay attention to the voice of the man who answered, but exasperated: "You alchemy? This can be called green vegetables boiled tofu I do not want it, you end back"

While cursing, he went to glare at the master of the kitchen, only to see the person standing behind this cupboard, the disciple screamed in horror and almost knocked over the tray.

"Jade, Elder Yu Heng"

"Hmm."

The disciple was on the verge of tears, "No, I that what, I didn't just mean that. I."

"Since you're not eating it, take it back." Chu Wanning said with an expressionless face, "Do not waste it."

The disciple stiffly picks up the plate, stiffly hands it to Chu Wanning, and leaves with the same hand.

In no time at all, everyone knew that the last cupboard was occupied by Elder Yu Heng, and Mengpo Court, which had been bustling with activity, was suddenly silent.

The disciples lined up honestly like coy dogs, panicked, carried their dishes and came respectfully to the last cupboard, stumbled and greeted the elders, then stumbled and ran away.

" Hello Elder Yu Heng."

"Hmm."

" Good day Elder Yu Heng."

"Good day."

" Elder Yu Heng has worked hard."

""

The disciples were so disciplined and cautious that Chu Wanning accepted every disciple's nervous greeting, but no one dared to try the tofu cooked with greens in his pot.

Slowly, the queue shortens and the other chefs are running out of food in front of them, except for Chu Wanning, who still has a full house and a pot of food that is cold and still untouched.

Chu Wanning's face was unruffled, but inside he was a little mixed. He'd been washing all morning at least

At this time, three of his own disciples arrived. Xue Meng was still in his silver and blue light armour, freshly groomed. He approached him with some excitement, "How are you, Master? Does your wound still hurt?"

Chu Wanning was calm: "It doesn't hurt."

Xue Meng: "That's, that's good."

Chu Wanning looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you eat tofu?"

Xue Meng :""