Mo Wuji personally made quite a few dishes.
Qin Yi and Mo Hutu's chopsticks moved lightning fast, eating heartily.
Originally, they were supposed to be drinking, but it turned into a competition between the two to eat the dishes.
Mo Hutu stuffed food into his mouth and said unclearly, "Wuji, I've long known your culinary skills are amazing, but it's a pity I haven't had the chance to taste them. Make it for me a few more times in the future."
"If the old man likes eating, Wuji will make it for you."
"Good child."
Qin Yi rolled his eyes, glanced at Mo Wuji, and said, "When I'm not around, don't be so straightforward. You shouldn't just do whatever someone else wants."
Mo Hutu mumbled, "Am I someone else?"
Mo Wuji, however, understood Qin Yi's implicit meaning and hurriedly asked, "Brother Qin, where are you going?"
"Going to a place to focus on cultivation, I'm afraid I'll be leaving for a long time."
