"What's that smell so good?" Long Ke said, twitching her nose as if trying to catch every unusual scent in the air before her eyes shifted to the stove.
Huai Ye turned his head and immediately responded, "Oh... that's the food. Zhao Keqing, why not sit down and have some?"
"Alright."
Long Ke nodded.
To be honest, she was originally cultivating, but the alluring aroma stirred up her hunger. It's known that hunger in the stomach is the most distracting feeling during cultivation, even harder to suppress than pain.
Especially when that fragrance lingered, tempting her hunger several times as if a mischievous child waved a drumstick in front of her whenever she felt hungry.
Helpless, she could only follow the aroma.
Unexpectedly, this small Sect had such a skilled cook—the scent from one pot of food surpassed that of Spiritual Cuisine.
"Zhao Keqing, please head upstairs."
Yun Liao came up and gestured for her to follow.
Long Ke nodded and then went to the second floor.
