"Junior Brother Wubing, quick, quick, quick, the pot! I'm starving."
Wei Changkong burst into Fan Wubing's room early in the morning, his eyes gleaming green.
Fan Wubing sat up in shock,
"Senior Brother Wei? What are you doing here! Aren't you fifth-term students not participating?"
Wei Changkong said,
"Yes, not participating. I volunteered to apply to the Sect Leader, came with Elder Lin Xing to protect you all."
"Protect? You're just craving my cooking!"
"Hey, how can you speak of your senior brother like that!" Wei Changkong held Fan Wubing's hand, "Junior Brother Wubing, I've always treated you well, haven't I?"
Fan Wubing brushed his hand away,
"Enough with the nonsense. If you want to eat, pay up. You've mooched off me so many times before; I didn't charge you for meals, I'm being as generous as I can. You know, those Immortal Chefs outside, just the cooking fee is a big sum, let alone the cost of ingredients."
