Upon hearing this, Pang Da Xian Chef was startled, "Lord Jin... Lord Jin, the little chef truly and genuinely passed the Luo Family's Immortal Chef test! It's just that, usually, in order for immortal food to fully exert its effects—"
Luo Zijin interrupted him, "Enough! I don't want to hear any excuses. The task I gave you was very simple: just make some immortal food, not cultivate farmland. I only want results!"
After speaking, he left.
Pang Da Xian Chef gave a bitter smile. He didn't consider the practical situation at all, just demanded results. He glanced back at the stove, and then at the pile of failed dishes stacked high beside it. At this point, he had no other choice, and could only make some ordinary immortal food to get by.
He sat down dejectedly, eyes vacant, and bitterly told his apprentices, "You can leave now."
"Master, aren't we preparing the dishes?"
Pang Da Xian Chef slumped his shoulders and hung his head, "There's no point anymore."
