The princess has no moral principles, why did you provoke her?

"Senior Sister, doesn't our sect have income?" Ye Qingyan asked.

Wen Yu's eyes showed helplessness: "That little income was robbed by Madam Ximen.

The rest of the money is used to buy rice, flour, vegetables and pickles. Eating steamed buns is already good. Last year, sometimes we had only rice porridge for three meals a day."

Ye Qingyan really couldn't stand such a day. After all, she was a carnivore, and there was no oil or water in her stomach.

"..."

After she returned to Qingzhu Courtyard, she plunged into the space and began to talk to herself: "Damn it, this life is unbearable. It's no different from becoming a monk, except for the tonsure.

Why do I feel like I've been cheated by that old man Ziyin Zhenren?

He looked well-dressed and the hall was quite grand. I thought there would be four or eight dishes every day, but I didn't expect there would only be one dish, and it was pickles!

I thought I could learn his martial arts skills by going up the mountain, but I never expected that the old man disappeared after tricking me into going up the mountain, and he didn't even teach me martial arts!

I was actually fooled! Is there any sect worse than this? No wonder the Second and Fourth Elders ran away!

I eat steamed buns every day and I’m almost becoming a steamed bun.

Now the smell of pickles is everywhere. I don’t want to drink porridge anymore. No, I have to make something delicious for everyone.”

She didn't dare take out meat products such as sausages and canned beef. After all, those were not things of this era. Once she took them out, she might be regarded as a monster, and the consequences would be disastrous.

She went to the second floor, checked her points, and found that there were more than 50,000 points in the points system.

She clicked on pork, and it said: It takes 10 points to redeem one pound of pork. She entered 100 pounds and clicked redeem.

System: [Master, pork exchange successful, one thousand points deducted.]

Ye Qingyan was very happy, "He can improve the food in the cafeteria."

She did not leave the space, but walked directly to the cafeteria in the space.

In the cafeteria, only the fat chef was still there, everyone else had left.

He was picking up cabbages and pickles for tomorrow's meal, and as he did so he kept nagging, "Tang Zhi, why haven't you come back yet?"

When Ye Qingyan heard this, she realized that Fourth Senior Brother was so popular and that some people still missed him.

The fat chef said again: "Tang Zhi, only when you come back can we buy pork for everyone. When will you come back?"

Ye Qingyan understood instantly: This person is not thinking about Fourth Senior Brother, this person is thinking about pork!

She waved her hand and the pork appeared on the chopping board. She didn't leave, wanting to see how the fat chef would react.

The fat chef was preparing to wash the cabbage. Just as he put a bowl of cabbage on the chopping board, he saw three large pieces of pork there, weighing a hundred pounds.

He immediately smiled, and his already big mouth stretched to his ears.

He looked around and saw no one. He went to the door again and asked in a silly voice, "Who sent this meat? Who sent it?"

In the end, no one answered.

He began to talk to himself: "It must be Tang Zhi, he is the only one who is thinking about the brothers on the mountain.

That’s good. I’ll make pork and cabbage buns tomorrow morning. I’ll have to put more meat in them.

There's a lot of meat here, I'll put some in the ice cellar to freeze it so it doesn't go bad."

The fat chef only cut off one piece of meat for use, put the rest of the meat in a basket, and walked towards the ice cellar with the basket on his shoulder. With every step he took, the flesh on his body trembled.

Ye Qingyan was a little puzzled: with the food in the cafeteria, the fat chef was so fat even eating vegetarian food. Maybe he would gain weight even if he drank cold water.

Ye Qingyan walked back in the space while muttering, "Brother Jiang was clearly not wrong today. It was Chu Xingyi who provoked him and called him a waste.

The two had an argument, and Chu Xingyi was the first to complain.

The Great Elder didn't ask the reason and started to scold Jiang Yu. The task of cleaning the Sutra Pavilion for the next month fell on Brother Jiang.

His heart was set on the Gulf of Guinea.

No, I have to teach them a lesson. Sixth Brother has been wronged."

She then changed direction and headed towards the Great Elder's room...

At this time, the Great Elder Bai Jing was drinking a little wine. Chu Xingyi went down the mountain today and bought two roast chickens, some peanuts and two pots of white wine, all of which were placed on the table.

Chu Xingyi said with a flattering expression, "Great Elder, this roast chicken is for you to enjoy as a snack. This is Fu Man Lou's Ban Dao Jing wine. Please take a sip and try it."

Chu Xingyi picked up the wine jug and poured a glass for the elder.

He tore off another chicken leg and handed it to the elder.

The elder took the chicken leg, took a sip of wine, and swallowed it bit by bit: "It is soft and smooth on the palate, with a prominent cellar aroma, sweet and mellow, and a strong aroma. Good wine, good wine!

He took the chicken leg, took a bite, and smiled: "Xingyi, I'm sorry to have cost you money again. This is just what I like. You are the only sensible kid."

Chu Xingyi had a smile on his face, but none of it was genuine. He said insincerely and politely, "Great Elder, we are the younger generation, and it is our duty to show respect to you."

The elder nodded repeatedly, "You are a teachable child. Fill up your glass too and have a drink with me."

Chu Xingyi also nodded obediently.

Ye Qingyan cursed in her space: "You really have no bottom line when it comes to flattery."

After a few drinks, the elder was already seven-tenths drunk.

There was a smile in Chu Xingyi's eyes, but a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared in an instant.

He complimented, “Great Elder, your Tiger Roar Fist is incredibly powerful, it’s truly unique.

If I could learn even a little bit of that, I would have no regrets even if I died in this life."

After being flattered, the Great Elder immediately lost his sense of direction and said smugly, "Back then, I relied on this set of boxing techniques to defeat the Xuantian Sect's law enforcement elder. He never dared to fight me again.

This is my special skill, which I never pass on to others."

The Great Elder's eyes were a little dazed. He burped, stood up with one hand on the table, walked to a cabinet, and took out a blue-covered book with the words "Tiger Roar Fist" written on it.

He staggered over to the table again and said, "Xingyi, take it and read it. Return it when you've learned it."

Chu Xingyi quickly stood up and took the book with both hands: "Thank you, Great Elder!"

The Great Elder also seemed to open up and began to explain to Chu Xingyi.

As he was talking, he actually started doing movements on the ground, and Chu Xingyi saw that this was a rare opportunity, so he started practicing as well.

Ye Qingyan sneered, "There's a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there's no door to hell but you break in.

Isn’t it good to live a good life? Why do you always want to deal with others? "

This was truly a godsend. She hurriedly took out the three-day diarrhea powder, poured half of the powder into the wine jug, then shook the jug and put it down again.

Just now, Chu Xingyi looked up inadvertently and suddenly saw the wine jug hanging in the air.

He was really scared and immediately rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, the wine jug was clearly on the table.

He was still thinking: I didn’t drink much!

At this time, the elder returned to his seat and said, "Let's drink. Let's get drunk together."

As if he was heated up from practicing martial arts, he poured himself a cup and drank it all in one gulp.

It seemed that my thirst was not quenched, so I poured two more glasses, and the glass was empty again.