Douluo Dalu: I’m Just a Cook, So Why Is the Whole Sect Drooling?

Picked up by Chen Xin and brought back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he awakened the Everlasting Spirit Blade and the Dragon-Turning Pot.

He had planned to cook, spend a little time playing with Ning Rongrong, and train whenever he had a spare moment. It was a pretty comfortable life.

But gradually, something about the sect started to feel off.

When a plate of Dongpo pork was served, two men who usually called each other brothers nearly came to blows with their chopsticks.

“We’re brothers. I can let you have anything else, but you’re not taking this piece of meat from me.”

“You’ve already eaten three pieces, damn it!”

The food wasn’t just delicious. It could also restore soul power and help with cultivation.

Who could sit still after hearing that?

He slept soundly at night, but the disciples tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

“Damn, why isn’t it morning yet?”

“What are we having tomorrow?”

“Who cares? Let’s get in line first.”

As the Jade Dragon Pot gained more Soul Rings, it began producing ingredients from soul power, and one legendary dish after another found its way to the table.

Rainbow Porridge could purge poison, while Century Soup could even regrow severed limbs.

Before long, even the Titled Douluo were running to the kitchen.

“How about adding another meal at night?”

The moment he said it, everyone agreed.

“Cultivation takes a lot out of you. Eating more is good for your health.”

“I agree.”

“Me too.”

As if it were for your health. You’re just craving the food.

Still, when he thought about it, adding a late-night meal didn’t sound like a bad idea. But what about his own cultivation?

“I’ll chop tomorrow’s firewood.”

“I’ll wash the dishes.”

“Focus on your cultivation. If you need anything, just tell me!”