I have a space for everything, and I can practice automatically.

On the way back, Chen Ze suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure.

This figure impressed him so much that it seemed to be engraved in his soul.

The person Chen Ze saw was the steward of the Qingyun Sect's Miscellaneous Disciple Department.

"I thought he would live in desolation after being kicked out of the Qingyun Sect, but now it seems that he is living a pretty good life."

Chen Ze saw the steward of the Handyman Disciple Department eating meat and drinking wine in a restaurant, and laughing loudly with the people around him from time to time.

"Ling'er, I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat." Chen Ze suddenly said to Zhao Ling'er who was standing beside him.

Zhao Ling'er looked at Chen Ze doubtfully, "Master, didn't you say that the food outside is not delicious?"

Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, but he seemed to have indeed said that, "Well, it's dinner time now, and there happens to be a restaurant here, so there might be a surprise.

Besides, only by trying the food outside from time to time can you compare it with the food you cook, so that you can better reflect the deliciousness of the food you cook.

Do you think so? "

"Yes, it all depends on the master." Zhao Ling'er said with a chuckle. She was naturally happy to be praised by Chen Ze.

"Haha." Chen Ze also laughed twice and led Zhao Ling'er into the restaurant where the steward of the handyman department was eating.

As soon as Chen Ze and Zhao Ling'er entered the restaurant, a waiter came up to greet them, "Guests, are you two?"

"Um!"

"My guests, please come this way." The waiter led Chen Ze and the two of them to an empty dining table.

After seeing Chen Ze and Zhao Ling'er sit down, the waiter poured two cups of tea for them, "What do you two guests want to eat?"

Chen Ze didn't waste any time and said directly: "Just serve a few of your store's signature dishes."

The waiter knew immediately, "Okay, gentlemen, please wait a moment."

Chen Ze picked up the tea on the table and took a few sips. He felt that the tea tasted ordinary, so he put it on the table.

Chen Ze began to chat with Zhao Ling'er, mostly talking about opening a store.

Although the clone Zhao Ling'er was still a little worried, seeing Chen Ze's confident look, she just let him go and spoke in agreement with him.

While the two were talking, Chen Ze would tease Zhao Ling'er from time to time.

Zhao Ling'er also knows how to laugh. Every time at this time, she would giggle non-stop.

After spending a long time with Chen Ze, Zhao Ling'er, who usually has a calm personality, has also relaxed a lot, but this is limited to Chen Ze.

Although the two were chatting, Chen Ze's attention was always on the steward.

He is now at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, and it is easy to hear what the steward is saying.

"It seems that the steward is not doing well in Qingyun Sect. After so many years, he is still at the sixth level of Qi Refining, so he can only stay in the handyman's office."

After listening for a while, Chen Ze felt that it was boring and they were talking about irrelevant things.

"Brother, it's rare for you to come out from Qingyun Sect. We brothers haven't gotten together for a long time. We just have the opportunity this time. We must not get drunk today."

"That's right, the eldest brother is doing the best now, and he is now a steward in Qingyun Sect. This position is not something that anyone can take, that is, our eldest brother, don't you think so."

"Yes, yes, it is our eldest brother who is so powerful. I heard that there are thousands of handyman disciples in Qingyun Sect, all of whom are under the control of our eldest brother. He is so powerful."

Several people at the same table praised the steward and said that everything else was fine. When he mentioned being a steward in Qingyun Sect, the steward's expression changed slightly.

The steward's face was slightly embarrassed, but he still pretended to be generous, "Haha, of course. Who among the thousands of people would dare not to listen to my arrangements? If you want to go too, I will arrange it for you."

When Chen Ze heard this, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart, "I dare say that the steward was kicked out of the Qingyun Sect and he has never been mentioned to anyone. This is just to show off and deceive here."

At this time, the waiter had already served the food and said, "You two gentlemen, please take your time. If you need anything, please call me at any time."

Chen Ze nodded, picked up the chopsticks at hand, and tasted the restaurant's signature dish.

"It still doesn't taste as good as the food you cook, Ling'er, but it's still much better than the food at Tongfu Restaurant."

"Master, let's not eat outside next time. Let's go back and Ling'er will cook it for you."

"Okay." Chen Ze, who is already in the Foundation Establishment realm, actually doesn't need to eat such ordinary food anymore, but he still can't stop craving for food and is used to it.

Chen Ze simply took a few bites and stopped moving his chopsticks.

"Master, have you eaten?"

Chen Ze shook his head, "It's better to go back and eat what you made!"

"Waiter, check out."

The waiter came over and saw that the food on the table had not been touched at all. "Are you two guests not satisfied with the food?"

Chen Ze just smiled, "How much?"

Seeing this, the waiter understood in his heart, "20 taels of silver."

Chen Ze took out 20 taels of silver and put it on the table, then stood up and prepared to leave.

When leaving, he looked towards the steward.

Unexpectedly, the steward did not notice him for such a long time.

"It seems that the steward never paid attention to the original owner at all, and maybe he even remembered that there was such a person as the original owner.

However, seeing how comfortable you are now, there is always a little bit of discomfort in your heart. "

Chen Ze walked out of the restaurant. When he just walked out of the door, he thought about it, and a spiritual power quietly came out.

Hearing a "plop" from behind, the steward lost his seat and fell to the ground.

Chen Ze smiled and continued to move forward.

Zhao Ling'er noticed Chen Ze's bad taste and looked back at the steward who fell to the ground.

"Master, what is this?"

Chen Ze smiled and said, "It's okay, let's go!"

The steward fell to the ground, his butt hurt, and he cried out "Ouch".

Several people at the same table quickly came over to help the steward, "Brother, what's going on? Are you okay?"

Even the waiter came over to help me, "Sir, are you okay?"

Who would have thought that the steward who was helped up would kick the waiter and knock him to the ground, "What kind of broken stool is this in your store? It made me fall."

The waiter was sitting on the ground aggrieved and at a loss. He cursed in his heart, "What does this matter have to do with me? It's obviously because you drank too much and couldn't sit still, so you fell."

At this time, the restaurant owner also rushed over to apologize, "I'm sorry, sir. It's all our restaurant's fault. I'll give you a discount on this meal. Please forgive me."

The restaurant owner didn't know the details of these people, but he still heard some of the content of their chats. At this time, he thought it would be better to do less than to do more.

However, the manager still seemed a bit recalcitrant, and would scold me if he wanted to show off.

However, several people sitting with him grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "Brother, this store is owned by the Ye family. It's better not to make too much noise."

The steward was a little annoyed and angry, and he didn't know if he was drunk, "I am the steward of Qingyun Sect, I am afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, the steward seemed to think of something again, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Only then did he remember that he was no longer from the Qingyun Sect, and he really couldn't afford to offend the Ye family.

The steward sat down again angrily, "Forget it."

"There are a lot of guests, please use them slowly." After the restaurant manager finished speaking, he walked to the waiter and shouted in a low voice, "Get up and work."

"I am the shopkeeper..." The waiter was still a little aggrieved.

"What am I going to do?" the restaurant owner said angrily.

When he sat down again, several people at the same table were still trying to persuade him, thinking he was sulking.

The steward didn't think about this, he was just a little confused. He was also a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, so why did he fall down for no reason?

"Even if the chair is not stable, my perception should detect it in advance."

Thinking back carefully, a picture suddenly flashed back in the steward's mind.

A familiar face appeared, but for a while I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

"Is it because of him that I just fell?"

The steward looked outside the restaurant at this time, and a familiar face met his eyes.

The other person had a sarcastic look on his face, as if he was laughing at him.