System, hurry up! Hand it over to the supermarket and hug the country's thigh

Then, he took out a small wooden barrel from the space ring and gently opened the lid. Suddenly, a rich aroma of rice began to spread in the air.

He knew that his eldest son didn't like to eat these dishes alone, and he liked rice and pasta very much.

Considering that making rice is relatively more convenient and quick, and he happened to have some top-quality ingredients, he decided to make rice first to satisfy the boss's taste buds.

When Lu Xi and the system smelled the fragrance of the rice, their eyes lit up instantly. This is the real fragrance of rice!

Suddenly I felt that the rice I had eaten before didn’t seem as good as the rice in this small wooden barrel.

It smells so good. I feel like I am in a golden rice field, and the fragrance of rice is floating in the wind.

Compared to the two people's excited expressions, Long Ruilin's reaction seemed much calmer.

To him, these were just some ordinary spiritual rice and did not have much appeal.

Unfortunately, there were no such common crops stored in his space.

He doesn't know how to cook and doesn't really like foods like rice, so he neither stores nor grows such crops in his space.

If he had known that I would come to this place with little spiritual energy, he would have planted a lot of them in the space so that his sister could eat them every day.

Otherwise, his eyes wouldn't be shining when he sees a bucket of ordinary spiritual rice.

Lu Xi took her own bowl, handed it over curiously, and asked in surprise: "You actually have this in your space?"

She sniffed the aroma of rice in the air and said with certainty, "This smell is incomparable to the rice I bought for ten yuan a pound. If you hadn't served it to me, I would have thought it was flavored with essence."

It’s not that Lu Xi is curious by nature, but according to her understanding, a strong man like Cang Wuya who mainly eats meat should not care about worldly things like rice.

What surprised her even more was that he actually carried it with him. You know, for practitioners like them who have already practiced fasting, they usually don't need to eat ordinary grains anymore.

Cang Wuya explained as he served himself some rice: "Oh, these are some of the compensation they gave me when I went to a sect for a stroll and solved some minor problems. I just put them in my space and only saw them when I was sorting out supplies during this period of time."

He brushed it off lightly, not mentioning that he not only "demanded" supplies as compensation, but also cost the entire sect their lives.

Treat the person as a minor inconvenience and of course take the things away. It's just compensation.

However, it is better not to let the masters who live in peacetime hear these bloody things.

Cang Wuya now very much wants to maintain his own image and strives to separate himself from his past self.

Long Ruilin was originally picking up the dishes on the table slowly. After hearing this explanation, he looked at Cang Wuya with a strange look in his eyes.

This is such a beautiful statement, it's hard to tell where the problem lies.

But why does this sound familiar? Oh, yes, I think I said this before.

When Long Ruilin was training outside, he often taught a lesson to many people who provoked him, and he had committed many murders.

For those who are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, killing just one of them is a trivial matter.

In some cases, after killing one person, troubles follow.

When he teaches a younger one a lesson, there will always be older ones jumping out to cause trouble; and when he has dealt with the older ones, an even older ancestor-level figure may come forward.

In this way, in order to completely solve the trouble, facing those short-sighted people, he often had to eliminate the other party's entire family, or even the entire sect.

This happens every day in the world of cultivation, and people are used to it.

Long Ruilin always thought that he had made some progress after destroying those sects or families, but he didn't expect that Cang Wuya was even better than him in this regard.

Even those small items are not spared, which is really admirable.

However, none of the people present were kind, and Cang Wuya knew how to use just the right amount of words, so he did not expose him.

This is good too, these magical rices are just right for my sister to eat.

After all, the spiritual power of the spiritual objects in his space is too abundant and it is not advisable to consume them frequently, otherwise it may cause harm to the body.

And these spiritual rices just met the needs perfectly, and he could only blame himself for not taking them out earlier.

Lu Xi and the system also quickly understood the hidden meaning in Cang Wuya's words.

Although they have never been to the world of cultivation, they have broad knowledge.

As the saying goes, even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. I haven't experienced it in real life, but I have read a lot of novels about cultivation, and many of them describe cruel scenes.

The conflicts in that world cannot be resolved with a simple compensation.

However, at this moment they all tacitly chose to pretend to be confused, and no one wanted to talk about those bloody things during the meal.

I don't want to bring up things that have already happened.

So, Lu Xi responded in a relaxed tone: "So that's how it is. That's really a coincidence. We just got the advantage. We can eat it every day in the future."

She felt that this kind of rice was enough for her to eat twice a day without getting tired of it, and she could finish two bowls of it with a spoonful of sugar.

Lu Xi took the full bowl of rice and tasted a chopstick of the white rice first.

The aroma of rice is softer in the mouth, not as strong as it smells, and just right so as not to overshadow other dishes when paired with them.

She also liked the degree of steaming of the rice. It was not too hard, retaining just the right chewiness, yet soft enough to satisfy her preference for "soft rice".

This kind of rice increased her appetite.

With the delicious dishes on the table, Lu Xi drank a big bowl of rice with satisfaction and praised Cang Wuya's cooking skills.

This meal was undoubtedly the best she had eaten in the past few days.

She sighed and said that cooking skills really depend on talent.

Although she likes to cook, she lacks talent in this area, and the dishes she makes can only barely satisfy her own taste.

Cang Wuya was a completely talented contestant, and his cooking skills impressed all three people at the table.

Lu Xi even thought that if Cang Wuya was responsible for cooking three meals a day, she would probably not even think about going to the cafeteria to pack up.

Moreover, she believed that her appetite would become more and more picky after being nourished by such delicious food.