Finally, breakfast time was over.
After Yun Chujiu and the others had their breakfast, old man Yao said to them, “The three of you, prepare the ingredients for the vegetables to be mixed tomorrow. Follow me and learn how to make noodles.”
Yun Chujiu’s heart was filled with frustration. She had clearly come to the primordial chaos sect to cultivate, yet now, she still wanted to learn how to make noodles!
Could it be that in the future, when they fought, she would smash the other party to death with a large bun?
Although she ridiculed him, she still obediently followed old man Yao to learn how to make noodles.
Old Man Yao placed the flour into a large basin with a diameter of eight feet. After putting in the flour fertilizer and water, he began to make noodles.
Yun Chujiu silently cursed in her heart. Old Man Yao was so dry, but his strength wasn’t small. He didn’t seem to have any trouble making so many noodles.