Aoki Sonta glared at me, "You two, why don't you go to evening class, otherwise you won't have a grain of rice, let alone ramen! You'll be hungry tonight!"

The little monk had to escape in panic.

After a pause, Aoki Sonta entered the cafeteria, and his expression on his face was reluctantly calmed in front of the little monk, showing an anxiety, "Teacher, Xia Yu...he's cooking!"

The scene inside the house did not surprise or strange Aoki Sect too much.

The old monk sat quietly beside the table. There was never a bite of ramen on the table. However, the ramen gradually became colder and the fog at the mouth of the bowl was much less.

Is "it" there?

Aoki Sect's obscure scrutiny.

He never saw this thing, and the strongest feeling only comes from intuition.

It seems like there is a very stubborn spirit floating there.

“Cooking?”

Abbot Yizhen's eyes surged in shock.

"Yes, it's just cooking!"

Aoki Sonta took a breath and said with a very affirmative expression and tone: "And he also asked Shinmoto to help him find flour..."

Hand-Pulled Noodle!
Chapter completed!