Though the hamster remained highly suspicious of Mo Lin's circumstances, the story wasn't unreasonable.
And the Discipline Committee uniform did add legitimacy.
And the terrifying amount of high-tier cooking ingredients in Mo Lin's ring made Daoist Burger instinctively assume.
This kid has a big backer. A very big backer.
So, after staring at Mo Lin with narrowed beady eyes for several long seconds, Daoist Burger puffed out his cheeks, inhaled sharply and released a deep, defeated sigh.
"Alright," the hamster said reluctantly.
"You may all leave… but be prepared. I will contact you if needed."
Then, to their collective shock, Daoist Burger added all of them as friends on the medallion.
He was disappointed, though.
He had hoped Mo Lin was some rare Heaven's Chosen from an Immortal Chef Clan.
But Mo Lin turned out to be just a "regular" disciple with a monstrous inventory.
Daoist Burger downgraded his appraisal slightly.
Still a young master… but maybe a local one.
