Another sunny day, Xue Nuofu sat in the yard with eighteen martial monks and two newly recruited elderly members.
Each person had a small stool beneath them. If you put a big blackboard in front of them, one might think they were part of a brainwashing scheme.
Xiao Feng came out, saw everyone sitting and waiting for a meal, and asked, "Who among you knows how to cook?"
In fact, Du Qingyue initially planned to cook but was sternly stopped by Xiao Feng.
Just because the butcher is dead, do we have to eat hairy pigs?
He couldn't believe that after Zhao Guo'an went on strike, no one could handle the big ladle.
The martial monks were the first to respond, shaking their heads in unison, indicating that none of them could cook.
Xue Nuofu said, "I know a bit, but cooking involves a lot of smoke, which is very damaging to the skin."
Between the lines, he implied he wasn't doing the cooking and suggested looking for someone else.
