If you're so capable, then you go ahead and do it; this calamity is truly insurmountable.

Chapter 50 Princess Iron Fan Transforms into a Charming Chef? Even the Aloof Jade Rabbit Has Fallen

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"Sister Iron Fan".

"Um?"

"The steamed bun is crooked."

"It's okay if it's crooked. As long as it's edible."

"But it's so ugly."

"So what if he's ugly? Pigsy never looks at a steamed bun before eating it. If you bring it out, he'll swallow it in three bites."

The Jade Rabbit held up the crooked steamed bun it had made and smiled.

A very soft laugh.

But it's very sweet.

Sun Wukong now appears at the manor on time every day.

How punctual? The moment Princess Iron Fan starts cooking, the sound of her golden cudgel striking the doorway will ring out.

"Here it comes!"

"Brother Monkey, did you come by the scent?" Nezha asked, squatting at the door.

"Old Sun has a keen nose. He could smell it from ten miles away."

"Ten li? You're only three li away from where you're taking over the business."

"Old Sun's nose is even more sensitive now."

Sun Wukong always brought something with him when he came.

I brought two jars of monkey wine on the first day.

The next day, I brought a basket of wild fruits that I had picked from the mountain.

On the third day, he brought a wild boar that he had hunted in the forest.

On the fourth day, he brought nothing with him, but he stole a scroll of scriptures that Tang Sanzang had been reading, saying that he would use it as a pillow for Lu Chen to sleep on comfortably.

Lu Chen: "Doesn't your master cause you any trouble?"

"I've been searching for it. I've been reciting the Tightening-Headband Mantra for ages." Sun Wukong touched the golden headband on his head, grinning. "But I'm thick-skinned now. Let him recite it."

Sha Wujing's daily routine remained unchanged.

sweep the floor.

He swept every corner of the villa clean.

The fallen leaves in the yard, the dust at the kitchen door, the pebbles next to the flower field, and the weeds by the vegetable garden.

After sweeping, he would go to the stream to wash the broom clean and lean it against the wall to dry.

Then find a corner to sit down and quietly wipe your Zen staff.

Sha Wujing doesn't talk much.

But he was there.

He has always been there.

If anyone in the villa needs help, he will arrive without them even having to ask.

Pigsy's vegetable garden needs watering, and the water bucket is already placed next to it.

The Jade Rabbit needs small stones to surround the flowers, and the stones have already been collected.

Nezha and Red Boy were playing around and made a mess of the yard, so they already had brooms in their hands.

Sha Wujing is that kind of person.

Inconspicuous.

But without him, the resort immediately stopped functioning.

…………

evening.

Everyone has finished eating.

Pigsy was lying by the vegetable garden, snoring.

Nezha and Red Boy had a contest on the roof to see who could stand on one leg the longest.

Sha Wujing is wiping the bowl.

The Jade Rabbit sat beside the flower field, gazing at the moon, lost in thought.

Sun Wukong returned to his base with the three empty wine jars he had finished drinking from.

The villa fell silent.

Lu Chen sat on the stone stool at the entrance of the courtyard.

Princess Iron Fan brought over two bowls of soup.

"There are two bowls left. They're what's left from the bottom of the pot."

Lu Chen took the bowl.

Thanks.

Princess Iron Fan sat down on a nearby rock.

The two people held their bowls, but neither of them spoke.

I took two sips.

"Your cooking is pretty good," Lu Chen said.

"I used to be the only one doing this on Mount Hao. The Bull Demon King never came back, and Red Boy was always complaining. After doing it for hundreds of years, my skills naturally improved."

"Several hundred years?"

"Um."

"Has one person been cooking for hundreds of years?"

"I'm used to it." Princess Iron Fan smiled. "That's how life is on Mount Hao. During the day, I manage a bunch of little demons, and at night I cook for myself. Occasionally, Red Boy comes back for a meal, but most of the time it's just me alone."

Lu Chen took a sip of soup.

There was no response.

But he understood.

Hundreds of years.

A person.

Putting these three words together is overwhelming for any ordinary person.

Princess Iron Fan endured this for hundreds of years.

"Lu Chen".

"Um."

"And you?"

"What about me?"

What kind of person were you before?

Lu Chen paused for a moment, holding the bowl in his hand.

He hasn't been asked this question much.

Everyone in the villa knows how formidable he is. They know he can fight, they know he knows everything, and they know he's unbeatable with his words.

But no one ever asked him "what kind of person he used to be".

"Before?" Lu Chen thought for a moment.

"I used to be an ordinary person."

"Work, eat, sleep every day."

"Nothing special."

Princess Iron Fan looked at Lu Chen's profile.

The moonlight illuminated that face very clearly.

young.

ordinary.

There's no discernible background to it.

But this seemingly ordinary person destroyed the main hall of Mount Ling and wrote words on the Buddha's seat, causing all forces in the Three Realms to dare not act rashly.

"You are not like an ordinary person," Princess Iron Fan said.

"I'm just an ordinary person." Lu Chen finished the soup in his bowl and placed it on the stone stool.

Do you believe it?

Princess Iron Fan looked at him.

"I don't really believe it."

Lu Chen smiled.

"If you don't believe it, then don't believe it."

"Anyway, no one would believe me if I told them."

The two sat in the moonlight, saying nothing more.

A breeze blew in from the mouth of the valley, carrying the coolness of the stream.

It's very quiet.

Very comfortable.

After a while, Princess Iron Fan stood up and picked up two empty bowls.

"I'll wash the dishes. You should get some rest."

"Um."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Lu Chen sat on the stone stool, looking at the moon.

The moon is very round.

He suddenly remembered something.

The last night of my previous life was also a full moon.

He was writing his weekly report at his workstation when he looked up at the moon outside the window halfway through.

Then he died suddenly.

He still doesn't know whether that weekly report was submitted or not.

"They probably didn't submit it."

Lu Chen muttered something to himself.

Then he stood up and went back to his room to sleep.

The Water-Splitting Golden-Eyed Beast was entirely crimson, its four hooves pounding the ground like drums, and its size was more than three times that of an ordinary steed.

The Bull Demon King sat on the back of a beast, his figure as burly as a small mountain.

A pair of large, bell-like eyes swept across the villa, finally settling on the crooked plaque at the entrance.

"Wuwu Mountain Villa?"

His deep voice made the dust on the signboard tremble.

"Who came up with this awful name?"

"I got up." Lu Chen sat on the stone stool at the entrance of the courtyard, holding a bowl of monkey wine in his hand.

The Bull Demon King looked down at the young man sitting on the stone stool.

young.

thin.

Plain clothes.

Straw sandals.

He had a broken wooden stick tucked into his waistband.

Is this the legendary person who collapsed the main hall of Mount Ling, wrote the character "turtle" on the Buddha's seat, and couldn't even defeat the Four Great Bodhisattvas?

The Bull Demon King narrowed his bull eyes slightly.

His demonic senses reached out and carefully scanned Lu Chen's entire body.

There was no demonic aura.

It lacks any ethereal quality.

There is no Buddhist aura.

There was nothing there.

An ordinary person.

A complete mortal.

The Bull Demon King jumped off the Water-Splitting Golden-Eyed Beast.

The ground shook.

"father!"

Red Boy rushed out of the courtyard.

He rushed up to the Bull Demon King and looked up at him.

The Bull Demon King grabbed Red Boy's head, lifted him up, and looked him over.

"No arms or legs missing?"

"No!"

"You weren't bullied?"

"Who dares to bully me!"

The Bull Demon King put Red Boy down and patted him on the head.

The force was considerable, and Red Boy's head swayed as he was struck.

"Okay. It's good that you're alright."

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