Chu Meng sat in the courtyard, feeding noodles for a long time, finally satisfied.
He then grabbed the tail of the noodles and twirled them a few times before throwing them out.
With a splash, they fell into the water.
Only then did he look at Gu An and say, "Without me, your spirit pet would starve sooner or later."
Gu An nodded stiffly, "I fully rely on the senior."
It's not that he didn't want to help the noodles, but after all, the person in front of him was his superior.
Besides, the other party's cultivation was higher than his own.
It wasn't wise to start a fight, unnecessary to make himself unhappy.
Chu Meng got up and patted the immortal dress, saying, "The fish has some water stains, next time it needs to be roasted."
Gu An saw that there were indeed some water stains on the immortal dress near Chu Meng's thigh.
But to prevent water stains, shouldn't he wipe the noodles first?
Why roast them?
He didn't understand, nor did he dare to ask.
