My cultivation is too warm

Chapter 118 A dull dinner (monthly ticket plus one more chapter)

A group of people were eating and chatting, and this leisurely and comfortable atmosphere made Xu Mo a little dazed.

Since coming to this world, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been able to relax and devote himself to food so wholeheartedly.

Perhaps this kind of atmosphere could only be felt when I was having dinner with Deacon Fang in the servants' quarters.

In fact, he had nothing in the world at that time. He was always uneasy and vigilant, and could not devote himself to food.

But whenever Deacon Fang came to his house for a meal, things would become completely different.

Because Deacon Fang really understands food and truly enjoys delicious food.

It seems that when it comes to delicious food, he will give way to everything else, including status, strength and position.

He is a person who truly achieves the state of mind that eating is a happy thing and all worries should give way to happiness.

Therefore, influenced by him, Xu Mo could not help but devote himself to the food.

The first few accounts he created were all targeting Deacon Fang, and not just because his identity could bring him convenience.

In fact, it was more because being with Deacon Fang could help him dispel some of his uneasiness when facing this unknown world, and allow him to feel a little of the warmth of home.

If Deacon Fang could have stayed alive, perhaps all his aliases would have remained with him.

Maybe growth will be much slower, but quarreling with Deacon Fang over the food on the plate, and lying comfortably on a recliner after each meal, brewing a pot of cheap spiritual tea, basking in the sun, bragging and chatting, such days are actually quite interesting.

Deacon Fang is really an interesting person, but unfortunately...

"Junior brother, junior brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you still crying?" Lin Miaoqing's worried voice brought Xu Mo, who was lost in memories, back to his senses.

He was slightly stunned, then felt the coolness on his cheek and reached out to wipe his eyes in a panic.

When his vision returned, he realized that everyone was looking at him worriedly.

“Elder Ou Fenjin’s cooking is so good, it tastes like my mother’s, don’t you think?”

Xu Mo stared at everyone with his big innocent eyes and spoke calmly.

The family and friends looked at each other, then smiled and nodded.

Senior Brother Wang Er said loudly: “That’s true, Elder Ou Fenjin’s craftsmanship also reminds me of my mother, but I had a quarrel with them because of the name.

I told them that the name Wang Haoran wasn't good and that they should call me Wang Er. They disagreed, and I got really angry. I felt like they didn't understand me, and now they're still making a fuss. Otherwise, I would have cried even harder than you, my junior brother."

The corner of Xu Mo's mouth twitched slightly. Enough is enough, Senior Brother Wang Er, your considerate look is really heartwarming.

But it would be better if you could be more thoughtful. The quarrel between you and your parents over your name happened hundreds of years ago. Who would believe that you have been upset for hundreds of years over such a small matter?

Liang Huanhuan was a bit more clever. She quickly picked up a piece of spicy pepper from the dish and quickly put it into her mouth. Then her cheeks flushed and her eyes were filled with tears as she screamed:
"Woo woo, Elder Ou Fenjin's cooking skills are so good. Huanhuan misses her mother."

Seeing this, Xu Mo silently turned his head and glanced at Senior Brother Wang Er, as if to say, "Senior Brother, did you see that? This is a heartfelt performance."

Then he and Wang Er looked at each other, covered their mouths and laughed.

The others were also amused by Liang Huanhuan's behavior. Ye Qingyue, with a smile on her face, reached out and held her head against her chest, then gently patted her back. As for Nuannuan, who had no idea what was going on, she tilted her neck, rolled her eyes around, and muttered thoughtfully to herself:
"So eating these things makes you miss your mother? I don't know if Jiu Miao's mother is still alive. He's quite old."

Nuannuan's voice was quite loud and everyone present heard it. Then everyone burst into laughter. Even Liang Huanhuan, who was crying, couldn't help it. She stopped pretending, wiped her eyes, and laughed without any image.

Nuannuan was bewildered, not understanding why everyone, who looked like they were about to cry just now, suddenly burst into laughter.

But it didn't think much about it. After all, it was the ancient Red Flame Phoenix, and it was normal for it not to understand human thoughts.

However, this incident also reminded it that new disciples in the future will all be human beings. If it cannot understand their thoughts, it will not be able to take good care of them.

It has decided that it will observe and learn more about human life in the future so that it can understand the disciples' thoughts and take better care of the new disciples.

The considerate Elder Nuannuan set another goal for himself.

Amidst laughter and joy, Xu Mo's tears were forgotten. Although everyone was worried about him, he was unwilling to say more and no one asked any more questions.

After all, everyone has a soft spot in their heart. In their opinion, perhaps the junior brother was just as he said just now, because Elder Ou Fenjin's delicious food touched the soft spot in his heart.

After everyone had eaten all the delicious food on the table, Xu Mo looked at everyone and suggested:

"The sect's new member recruitment meeting will begin soon. I previously invited Senior Sister Ye, and now I think it might be a good idea for all of us to go together. I wonder if anyone is interested?"

"But generally speaking, isn't it enough for each peak to send one or two elders to come forward?" Senior Brother Wang Er asked hesitantly.

Xu Mo nodded and smiled. "Why should we explain to others what we do at Wuyou Peak? This is the custom of our Wuyou Peak, and there's no rule that only one or two people can go there."

"I, I, I, Huanhuan wants to go over." Liang Huanhuan said with full energy, raising her hand.

"A new disciple! I'm so excited. I want to go too." Nuannuan had been looking forward to the arrival of the new disciple for a long time. She couldn't wait to see the new disciple in the next second, so there was naturally no problem.

Lin Miaoqing stared at Xu Mo with great anticipation on her face, "This is the most important day since Junior Brother became the Peak Master. I want to go and see it too."

When Wang Er heard what everyone said, he nodded in agreement, "In that case, let's all go together."

The others also nodded.

However, Xu Mo's half-disciple Ji Cangsheng hesitated, "Should I go too?"

Xu Mo glanced at him and nodded without hesitation, "Of course."

This is the former chief disciple of the Demon Sect, a living advertising sign. No one can be missing without him.

Xu Mo has already decided that on that day he will make a sign and hang it on Ji Cangsheng's chest to maximize his role.

After this matter was settled, everyone dispersed quickly. There was no news from the sect regarding the support for the increase in spiritual rice production, so it seemed that it would take some time.

Time passed uneventfully, and soon the day of the new recruitment meeting of Tianxuan Sect arrived.

Wuyou Peak, which had been preparing for a long time, was always ready to go and headed towards the recruitment conference.

(End of this chapter)