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Chapter Thirteen The Cultivator

Everyone has their own eating habits. Some people like Western food, and some people like Chinese food, so the tableware is also different. Although Yuhuage has a very Chinese name, due to the tastes and habits of the rich children who consume here,

It still specializes in Western food. So this time, due to the waiter's negligence, there was no Chinese tableware.

After a while, a pair of silver chopsticks was taken out of the wooden box and placed in front of Yang Ming.

Yang Ming picked up a piece of deer's hoof with his chopsticks. Holy shit, it's delicious, and the bones are crispy.

Huh? No, although Yang Ming is only at the first level of Qi training now, after all, his realm at that time has reached the stage of transcending tribulation, so his perception of spiritual energy is also very high. There is actually a trace of spiritual energy in the deer's hooves.

For ordinary people, after eating it, they will feel comfortable all over, and even feel that their strength has increased a bit. But for Yang Ming, if he eats such a crystal deer hoof, it can be as good as his current self, which can be practiced for an hour.

In other words, it takes one hour to eat and one hour to practice.

This is also because Yang Ming is only at the first level of Qi training now. If the level is a little higher, Yang Ming will not be able to feel it.

This may be the reason why the consumption in this place is so high. The chef in this restaurant is a cultivator, which is really incredible.

"Waiter." After all, Yang Ming saw a cultivator for the first time on earth.

"Hello, sir, what service would you like?" The waiter came over quickly and asked.

"Who made this dish?" Yang Ming asked.

"You big pervert turns out to be a mountain cannon. Wasn't the food made by the chef or did your parents cook it for you?" Muna definitely didn't miss every opportunity to mock Yang Ming.

"Sir, you are really lucky. Our head chef cooks once every three months, and only the top private rooms are eligible to taste them. Today, it has not been three months yet, and he actually took the initiative to prepare your dishes in person.

Let’s cook.” It seemed like the waiter didn’t understand.

Yang Ming did not ask further, nor did he want to delve deeper. After all, everyone has his own life. The head chef may feel his presence and treat cooking as a greeting. There is no need to act like an old friend whom he has not seen for a long time.

I have to go see him.

After a while, three dishes were served, and Muna didn't stop using her chopsticks because the taste was really good. Suddenly, Cheng Ling's head hid in Muna's direction. But she was still seen.

"What a coincidence, Ling'er, why are you here and why didn't you go to the private room?" came a boy's voice.

Yang Ming reflexively turned around and saw a handsomely dressed boy walking over, followed by a humble waiter.

"Today I came to school to register, and went out to eat with my cousin and Brother Yang." Cheng Ling has always been obedient.

"It turns out to be my cousin, let's go to my private room. It's so embarrassing to be here." The gorgeous boy ignored Yang Ming directly.

Yang Ming didn't care. After all, a guy like this who judges people by their appearance is not a profound person.

"No, we've already eaten half of our meal. It will be a waste if we go to Brother Xu's private room." Cheng Ling refused directly. It was obvious that Cheng Ling didn't like this boy very much, otherwise she wouldn't have retracted her head just now.
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