Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

Chapter 327 The Little Follower in the Immortal World 7

Su Qianyin finished his meal in big mouthfuls and rushed to the rice window to get another portion. However, the attendant shrugged and showed him the empty rice bucket. "There's no more food. Please come back early tomorrow."

Su Qianyin was immediately dissatisfied when he heard this. He was only half full, and it was not too much to eat such delicious food. "Do you know who I am? Where is the chef? Tell him to continue cooking."

"It doesn't matter who it is. Once the dish is gone, it's gone."

The disciple who served food had a seriously excessive workload today. He was already tired, and now he had to explain to everyone who came to serve food every time. His throat was almost smoking, and there was inevitably a bit of impatience in his tone.

Su Qianyin was extremely angry.

It was humiliating enough for him to be punished by the eldest senior brother, and now even a small disciple who served food dared to turn his back on him. It was simply outrageous.

Su Qianyin's face darkened and he was about to lose his temper. Xu Ming, who was standing behind him, thought something was wrong and immediately stepped forward to say a few soft words. He also winked at the disciple who was serving food and managed to calm him down.

The disciple who served the food was quite smart. Seeing that Xu Ming, the most talented among the newcomers, was so respectful to him, he guessed that Su Qianyin's identity must be different, and immediately tried to make amends for himself.

"It's not that I don't want to call the chef out for you, it's just that today's new dishes are so popular that the chef has already restocked the dishes several times, and the kitchen is now out of extra ingredients."

Su Qianyin still refused to give in, and in the end the canteen manager and the chef came out to apologize.

"Are you causing trouble?"

Su Ziyu walked over yawning and stared at the people in front of the food window with a displeased look.

You deserve a beating for disturbing his lunch break.

Seeing him coming, the canteen manager and the chef breathed a sigh of relief as if they had seen reinforcements. This Senior Brother Su, relying on his elder father, is really difficult to deal with!

Su Qianyin frowned, "Why are you here?"

Su Ziyu curled his lips in silence. What else could he do? Of course he came to clean up the mess. This man had been punished to sweep the mountain gate but he still hadn't learned his lesson and even dared to cause trouble.

"Then you have to ask yourself. I heard that you insisted on eating fish-flavored shredded pork and even threatened to expel the steward and the cook from the sect. How come I didn't know you were so capable?"

Su Qianyin was just about to retort, asking what it had to do with him, but suddenly it occurred to him that it seemed to be really related to this person.

This fish-flavored shredded pork seems to be the new dish that Su Zi wants to create.

hateful! ! !

This person is being laughed at.

Su Qianyin was so angry that his head was hot with the new hatred and old grudges. "What's so great about being able to make fish-flavored shredded pork? Do you dare to bet with me?"

Seeing him change the subject, Su Ziyu raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you betting on?"

Su Qianyin snorted coldly, "Within seven days, you must create new dishes that are no less delicious than today's Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork, or you will be asked to leave the sect."

Huo, you really dare to say that!

But since Su Qianyin has run into him, don't blame him for being rude. Let alone seven days, even half a month is fine. There are so many modern delicacies, and any one of them is a king bomb.

Su Ziyu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Okay, I accept this bet. But let me make it clear in advance that the judging of the new dishes must be decided by a vote of all the disciples in the New Student Hall, and none of us are allowed to interfere."

Seeing that he was so confident, Su Qianyin thought he was just exaggerating and agreed without thinking.

In the next few days, the cafeteria was as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

Su Ziyu had new ideas every day, and the chef learned a lot from him. Even the number of disciples serving food was increased, but he was still almost overwhelmed.

On the first day, I tried out the dishes by ordering boiled pork and sweet and sour spare ribs.

On the third day, we performed steadily, with hamburgers and fried chicken.

On the seventh day, we went all out with hot pot and spicy hot pot.

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With Su Ziyu's innovation, the canteen gradually developed into a university cafeteria.

Various delicious foods are served one after another.

The topic of conversation among the sect disciples used to be how to practice, but now it has gradually evolved to "What new dishes are on the cafeteria today?" Everyone can't help but swallow their saliva when talking about food.

Xu Qingfeng.

Huo Ying was checking the accounts.

Immortal Venerable Jingyang was in seclusion, and all the affairs of the sect were handled by the elders of each peak. As his eldest disciple, Huo Ying would take one day every month to check the accounts of each elder.

"Big Brother, take a look at this."

The junior sister who came over to help handed over the account book in her hand, with a look of hesitation on her face.

Huo Ying took the account book, flipped through a few pages, and immediately noticed something was wrong. "Why is Xinsheng Hall's spirit stone expenditure several times higher than usual?"

He remembered that the number of new disciples the sect recruited this time was no different from usual. Could it be that the canteen manager had embezzled some of the disciples?

Huo Ying looked at Wen Yao, "What do you know?"

Wen Yao bit her lip, looking troubled. "This matter...is related to...Junior Brother."

Under Huo Ying's cold and calm eyes, Wen Yao could only tell him everything she knew.

Su Ziyu's creative dishes in the Xinshengtang dining hall are not only sought after by Xinshengtang disciples, but even the inner disciples are vying for a taste of the food, exchanging various treasures for dining privileges in the dining hall.

When Huo Ying heard that some disciples had neglected their cultivation just to get some food, he made up his mind. He stood up and put down the account book, "I'm going to Xinsheng Hall."

He would never allow his disciples to be controlled by their appetite.

He waved his sleeves and disappeared from the spot in an instant with his sword.

Wen Yao's lips curled into a smile, which quickly disappeared. Yu Jian followed closely behind, "Big Brother, wait for me. I'll go with you."

When Huo Ying arrived at Xinsheng Hall, it happened to be the last day of the seven-day appointment.

It was past lunch time and the canteen manager was ordering the votes to be counted.

Ever since Su Qianyin and Su Ziyu made the bet, voting tickets appeared at the entrance of the cafeteria. Every day, the disciples received them when they entered the cafeteria and voted when they left.

There were two large boxes standing at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Red represents fish-flavored shredded pork, and blue represents the new dish of the day.

For six consecutive days, new dishes received the most votes.

Today is the seventh day, and all the disciples know that they can eat various fresh dishes because of the bet between Su Ziyu and Su Qianyin. Everyone gathered at the entrance of the cafeteria waiting to see the result.

Su Ziyu stood aside and calmly ate an apple. Although Su Qianyin looked calm, his hands hanging in his sleeves were clenched into fists, and his eyes were fixed on the disciples on both sides who were counting votes, which showed that he was not relaxing.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork 55 votes, hot pot 698 votes."

Su Zi wants to win this bet.

Not only did we win, but we won overwhelmingly.

When the disciples with double-digit votes announced the number of votes, Su Qianyin's eyes instantly turned red.

Woohoo, he lost.

Su Qianyin bit her lip, desperately trying not to let the tears flow down, pretending to be calm and walked towards Su Ziyu, "I accept the bet and lose. When the punishment is over, I will leave the sect."

Although he said that, Su Qianyin felt very regretful.

He wished he could go back to the past and beat to death the ignorant self who made the bet casually. It would be better than having to leave the sect now because of losing the bet.

Su Qianyin has been a disciple of Luoshen Sect since birth and has lived here for decades. In his heart, Luoshen Sect is his home, but now he is about to be kicked out.

If he leaves the sect, where should he go? !