"???"
The young monk looked surprised, had Brother Meng achieved such "enlightenment" after just a visit to the Demon Nest?
Seeing Master Baibao begin to eat, the young monk also picked up his bowl, happily took a big sip, savoring the taste left on his lips and teeth.
While drinking porridge, feeling content, he shook his head and said:
"Brother Meng has understood the origin of cooking porridge, only then can he grasp the fundamental essence of the pumpkin porridge's flavor."
Bai Bao smiled, tapping the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks:
"Two slippery fellows, drink the porridge first, no talking during meals."
The test had yet to begin, hinting at Meng Chuan not to rush.
Seeing this, he smiled knowingly.
It seems Master Baibao knew what he intended to do today.
Within the time of a single incense stick burning, driven by haste, unafraid of the heat, he was the first to finish drinking.
