Wang Ziyu lifted a piece of rabbit, it was so tender, the yam was slightly sweet melting in his mouth.
He placed the spoon and chopsticks back on the tray and white pupils looked up at Gu Yuze.
"Disciple Gu. This is just too delicious. When did you learn to cook?"
Gu Yuze's suspicious radar almost went off but he gave it another thought.
The food was just that delicious. How many Taoist disciples could tell mushrooms apart? End of story. He was that good.
He cleared his throat, "These past years, I have had a lot of free time so I watched movies and read some books. It is that good, huh?" He rubbed his nose.
"One would think you learned under the feet of a master. Well done."
Gu Yuze was so used to praise that it barely registered. He sat cross-legged, watching Wang Ziyu eat.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. I think you can ask to inherit my temple right now and I would nod." He chuckled slightly as he helped himself to a spoon of rice.
