I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

Chu Chenmu opened his eyes, sat up in bed, yawned, resignedly put on his coat, and went to open the door.

Sigh, it's just a different way of tormenting him.

Footsteps came from inside the room, and the door in front of him opened. Luo Suichen saw Chu Chenmu standing at the door with slightly messy hair and sleepy eyes.

A tuft of hair stubbornly sticks out in a direction that doesn't belong to it on Chu Chenmu's head, trembling with Chu Chenmu's movements.

Luo Suichen's eyes were filled with a smile he himself was unaware of. His master was becoming more and more uninhibited in front of him. Who would have thought that Elder Pojun, who valued rules and image the most, was like this in private?

"Greetings, Master~" The young man outside the door became increasingly familiar with Chu Chenmu. After Chu Chenmu opened the door, he came in on his own. He first brewed a pot of tea, then opened the window to ventilate the room, folded the quilt for Chu Chenmu, and then cast a dust-removing spell, making the room neat and tidy.

All Chu Chenmu had to do was sit in the chair, wait for the tea to be ready to drink, and have a cup of morning tea.

At first, Chu Chenmu would tidy himself up before opening the door for Luo Suichen in order to maintain his image. However, he did not expect that Luo Suichen would arrive earlier and earlier. A few days ago, Chu Chenmu had just woken up and was not so clear-headed. He let Luo Suichen in without making the quilt. After Luo Suichen saw this and helped him make the quilt, Chu Chenmu just gave up.

Whatever, he just can't get up this early.

Hmph, it's true that any carefully constructed persona will eventually crumble.

Good morning? Who really has a good morning? He certainly doesn't.

Strangely enough, Luo Suichen didn't bother him when he came to his place. The two of them mostly did their own things and only exchanged a few words occasionally.

He really couldn't understand Luo Suichen's thoughts.

Do they already have a generation gap?

After busying himself for a while, Luo Suichen obediently took out a futon from the side and went to meditate, wasting no time at all. Even Chu Chenmu felt embarrassed to slack off and also sat there to cultivate every day.

He even felt that his bottleneck in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm had loosened somewhat.

As noon approached, Luo Suichen consciously exited his cultivation state and waited beside Chu Chenmu, then went into the kitchen with him.

Chu Chenmu refused several times, but it didn't work. Later, Luo Suichen simply used the excuse of wanting to learn how to cook from him, which made her follow him more openly.

Luo Sui circled around Chu Chenmu, watching Chu Chenmu prepare the dishes and start cooking. The misunderstanding was cleared up, and he was in a better mood than ever before. He said he wanted to learn cooking from Chu Chenmu, but his eyes were always on Chu Chenmu. He would occasionally glance at the cutting board, thinking to himself, "Master's hands are so skillful. The shreds he cuts are even in thickness and look really good."

When it was Luo Suichen's turn, he took the kitchen knife from Chu Chenmu and began to chop a carrot with a serious expression.

Today's plan was to stir-fry shredded carrots, but seeing the carrot chunks and carrot sticks that appeared in Luo Suichen's hands, Chu Chenmu decisively changed the recipe. Oh well, let's stew carrots instead.

Even those with exceptional comprehension in the path of swordsmanship cannot wield an ordinary kitchen knife. Either they use too much force and chop the cutting board in half, or they subconsciously use their spiritual power to blacken the knife handle. In fact, if one is not a Foundation Establishment cultivator, one's defenses will not be breached by a small kitchen knife, and Luo Suichen would probably have to sacrifice several of his five fingers.

Chu Chenmu watched from the side and felt utterly exhausted.

Oh, although the kitchen knife didn't break through the Foundation Establishment cultivator's defense, it did break through the Nascent Soul cultivator's defense.

Chu Chenmu looked at Luo Suichen, who, like the previous days, still hadn't grasped the essentials. He said a few words like, "Keep an eye on it, we're going to blanch it now," but he realized that the boy's mind wasn't on cooking at all. He gave Luo Suichen a weak glare, but still couldn't get him to focus on cooking.

In truth, Luo Suichen wasn't exaggerating when he said Chu Chenmu was skillful. While Chu Chenmu's skills might not rival those of a professional chef, they were still outstanding among ordinary people. Luo Suichen was genuinely curious about the reason why his master, whom he remembered as someone who only knew how to wield a sword, could develop such excellent culinary skills.

After all, from what he'd seen over the past few days, cooking was no easy task.

So he asked, "Master, why are you such a good cook?"

Why do you enjoy going to restaurants so much?

Chu Chenmu's hand froze, and he answered vaguely, "Because I like to eat."

"Eat?" Luo Suichen's tone rose, somewhat disbelieving. "But cultivators shouldn't be greedy for food."

Besides, they just like to eat. With their cultivation, they can travel thousands or hundreds of miles in no time. What kind of food from all over the world can't they eat?

That's right, cultivators don't indulge in gluttony.

If he had always been Chu Chenmu of the Canglan Continent, he probably wouldn't have been greedy for food.

But he is Chu Chenmu from another world.

In another world, Xiao Chu Chenmu didn't have any fasting pills. If he didn't eat heartily, his parents would start arguing again, smashing bowls and chopsticks, and overturning tables and chairs, leaving him hungry.

Therefore, he must eat properly, whether it's hot or salty, whether he feels unwell or not.

No one cares whether the porridge he's eating is just the right temperature.

At first, he did care. He would feel sad, sulk, and try to get his parents' attention by going hungry. But he realized that compared to going hungry, these trivial matters were not worth it, and no one would care about such childish tricks. So he gradually stopped caring.

Chu Chenmu from another world is an ordinary person. If he can't cook, who will take care of his grandmother when she gets old?

Ever since his grandmother couldn't bear to see his miserable family life anymore, she took him in and raised him. He only had this one relative left, so he had to do it, even if it meant cutting his finger or getting oil splattered on his skin. The more vegetables he chopped, the more dough he kneaded, and the more he ran to the kitchen, the more time his grandmother could have to relax and, like other old ladies, sit in her rocking chair and listen to the radio.

Instead of cooking for him while it's still dark, or waiting for him to come home after dark.

His grandmother was only sixty years old, but her hair was already gray, and she could only pat his arm with a hunched back. Looking down from his high place, all he could see were bent backs.

That was bent by Chu Chenmu.

Just a few years ago, Grandma was still very healthy and could touch his head.

I wonder how many more years have passed since he came home.

Could he let his grandmother pat his head again?

He can squat down.

"Clap."

A tear fell, and Chu Chenmu lowered his head. The tear landed on the hot, dry pot, sizzled, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.