Moh Li suddenly walked up to the old man at this moment and kneeled down in front of him.
The old man’s eyes bulged, and he leaped backward.
"What are you doing?"
Bai Zhi’s mouth twitched, feeling it was all a bit too extravagant.
"I remember you said that as long as I make you a meal ’chicken three ways,’ you’d take me as your disciple."
Moh Li looked at the old man earnestly and seriously, not getting up, just gazing at him.
The old man’s gaze turned towards Bai Zhi, "Girl, what do you think?"
He suddenly wanted to know what this girl would say.
"Stop pretending and just take him already. If you didn’t want to, would you have allowed him to bring me here?"
She had heard from the beginning that someone had been following them. Of course, it was not out of the question that he had let her notice on purpose.
This girl was still so straightforward.
"Alright, but I have to see if it’s tasty before deciding. If it’s not good, all is in vain."
The old man became serious as well and looked at the dishes on the nearby table. A single chicken indeed made so many dishes.
Upon hearing this, Moh Li quickly grabbed a bowl and chopsticks to serve the rice and lifted the lid of the pot. The fragrance filled the air, making not just the old man, but even himself, swallow saliva.
The old man also walked over, ready to start eating. He didn’t have many hobbies; he just loved to eat.
But truly delicious food was rare in this place.
Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, Bai Zhi spoke up.
"If it’s tasty, will you take me as your disciple too? I want to learn your Kung Fu..."
Bai Zhi felt that the old man’s Kung Fu was quite good. Although she didn’t want to get involved with the group pet and others, learning martial arts for self-defense wouldn’t be bad.
"No, no, absolutely not, even if you can cook, it’s not possible."
The old man shook his head vigorously and began to eat, starting with the Chicken Bean Curd. With one bite, it tasted so fresh...
Bai Zhi suddenly stretched out her hand to block the old man’s face.
"Then you shouldn’t eat."
"This is what my disciple has offered me; I have to eat it."
The old man closed his eyes to savor the taste carefully. The flavor was incredible. He then eagerly tried the other dishes, each time thinking they were extremely tasty, but the next dish would refresh his opinion again.
He truly couldn’t stop eating.
A large table full of dishes was being consumed visibly fast.
"Master, have some tea."
Moh Li poured a cup of tea and handed it to Bai Zhi, winking at her. Bai Zhi was feeling sullen; how could she possibly give him tea? She drank it herself in one gulp.
Moh Li’s mouth twitched. How could Bai Zhi be so stupid?
Later on, someone asked, "What was your first impression of Bai Zhi?"
Kind of simple-minded, dumb.
The old man laughed as well. This girl really didn’t know what to say; she seemed so smart just a moment ago, and now she was acting foolish.
"This tea is really terrible..."
After finishing, Bai Zhi added another line.
"Take me down the mountain, then. If you won’t accept me as a disciple, so be it."
Actually, Bai Zhi was just saying that, she hadn’t planned on insisting, and she understood that, being the vicious female supporting character, she would never be favored by good fortune.
"Master, I think even if you don’t take on a disciple, it would be best to teach her something, at least. Then, if you want delicious food, there’ll be someone to make it, right?"
It was at this moment that Moh Li spoke up. Truth be told, he didn’t even know why he was helping this girl.
It just seemed convenient to have her cook in the future, especially since she knew his secret. They had to be in the same boat now.
Besides, as Bai Zhi said, how could he bring her in if the master didn’t agree?
The old man hadn’t spoken yet, but at this time, Bai Zhi laughed, casting a faint gaze their way.
"You don’t want to? Weren’t you just asking me to take you on as a disciple?"
Now it was the old man’s turn to be surprised. Why was this girl always playing out of left field? Why wasn’t she begging him at this moment?
Maybe if she had begged, he would have agreed.
After all, there weren’t many kids who could cook so deliciously these days.
If she really stopped cooking for him, he’d have to go back to gnawing on steamed buns.
It was a tough decision; he needed at least five minutes to think it over.
"But if you’re unwilling, a twisted melon won’t be sweet. I won’t insist. I’m still a student and my studies come first. I’ll be leaving the village tomorrow. I have to go now, goodbye."
How should Bai Zhi describe it? She had held some hope,
that maybe, if her luck suddenly turned for the better and the old man agreed, she could learn to defend herself in the future.
But, then thinking about her luck, which was terrible, she gave up on that hope. With that thought, her heart felt balanced. It was better to head home early. She had earned 1,000 yuan today, after all. She should be content.
Just a moment ago, Bai Zhi had sought him out without any reaction on his part. But now, with Bai Zhi ready to leave, the old man became anxious and quickly spoke up.
"Don’t, plead with me one more time. Look, my Kung Fu is so good, no one will bully you in the future. I can also grow medicinal herbs. Although you seem not very bright and probably can’t learn medicine, I can still teach you some basic medical knowledge."
What he was losing was not a disciple, but delicious food.
Comparing the food he used to eat, it seemed like pig slop to him.
Even though the girl didn’t look particularly bright,
he could still accept her.
Moh Li watched this bizarre scene unfold, not knowing which words would even describe his feelings at the time.
He figured he had been forgotten, and had the roles of the two been reversed?
"No need, no need. You don’t have to force yourself. And I don’t accept anyone calling me dumb. Goodbye."
Bai Zhi left without any hesitation, even waving goodbye to them with her back turned.
The old man was dumbfounded. What was going on?
Was there actually someone who wouldn’t be his disciple?
Did she even know who he was?
Truly lacking vision.
"Kid, is this girl stupid or what? Why wouldn’t she beg to be my disciple? Tell me why?"
The old man was angry, very angry; he had spoken at length, and yet that girl ran off. That was just wrong.
"Master, you were the one who said you wouldn’t accept a disciple."
Moh Li reminded him with an expressionless face. Truly expressionless, even his eyes were aloof.
The old man choked. Wasn’t he trying to maintain the air of a mysterious master? Besides, this kid had begged him for a long time before he agreed.
How could he just agree so easily?
"I was testing whether she was sincere."
The old man felt even more frustrated. This disciple of his, why was he so terrible at speaking?
"Hey, pack your things and come find me. We’ll talk again, about taking you on as a disciple. Don’t throw away any leftovers; we can still eat them in the afternoon."
That soup mixed with rice must be delicious.
The old man worried that after he finished speaking, this brat would just throw it all away. On his first day here, he had thrown out his tomato and scrambled eggs. Is it easy for him to cook once?