She made a pizza specially for Liu Lingshi, while Chen Muxue wasn't really in the mood for pizza today.
Plus, Fei Ying sitting there watching her like a hawk made her a bit helpless.
"Let's just have some sour soup noodles today."
Cooking while not in her own territory, surrounded by a bunch of unrelated people watching, Chen Muxue felt a bit constrained.
Seriously, can someone tell her why all the disciples from Fei Ying Sect are here watching?
"To abstain from cravings is just restrictive nonsense and fake noodles, it should be banished!" someone shouted.
Good grief, isn't that the cultivator from the inn? Turns out he's from Fei Ying Sect and doesn't need to abstain at all, poor other clueless cultivator breaking the rule!
"You got noodles, right? Thin noodles!" Chen Muxue asked.
Before the disciples could reach out, Fei Ying teleported at lightning speed, handing a large bag of dragon whisker noodles to Chen Muxue.
