Ling Luo's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly, and she glanced at the remaining four senior brothers and sisters one by one, and asked: "Do you feel ashamed when you eat the food cooked by the ninth senior brother?"
Everyone shook their heads.
“Xiaojiu’s cooking is very delicious.”
"That's right, every time I eat Xiaojiu's cooking, it's the happiest moment of my day."
"That's right, especially after practicing hard all day, being able to eat a meal cooked by Xiaojiu makes it feel like the fatigue of the whole day is gone."
"Senior brother, senior sister..." After hearing everyone's words, Su Yi felt a sore nose, his voice was choked, and a layer of tears appeared on his eyes.
For the first time, he felt the value of his existence.
And this value is fully affirmed by his most important companions.
There is simply no way to express this feeling in words. Su Yi's heart was agitated, and even words of thanks were redundant.
"Xiaojiu is not good at this, he cries at every turn." Fu Dong had a warm smile on his face. As a senior brother, he was like a responsible brother, stretched out a hand and gently
Help the little brother who loves to cry wipe the tears from his face.
In the conference hall of the Holy Fire Church, the atmosphere suddenly changed from depressing and stagnant to warm.
The distance between our hearts began to gradually become shorter. The distance between us did not change, but our souls became closer and closer.
The chill on Ling Luo's face also disappeared.
The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she exuded an extremely gentle temperament. A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Su Yi, and said: "Brother Ninth, you know, all methods in the world lead to the same goal through different paths. Your cooking skills are so outstanding, you
If you can integrate the great ways of cultivation into your cooking skills, maybe you can also comprehend a martial art of your own!"
Su Yi's sobbing body was shaken violently. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of excitement and uncertainty, and his voice was slightly trembling: "I...can I?"
"Of course!" The carefree Xia Lin stretched out his big hand and patted Su Yi's shoulder hard again.
If Fu Dong hadn't been holding him on the side, Su Yi's small body would have been knocked down by Xia Lin again.
"Maybe Xiaojiu, you can really comprehend your own martial arts as my junior sister said, and maybe you can become the king of the kitchen!"
The encouragement from Xia Lin and Ling Luo invisibly boosted Su Yi's self-confidence. He forgot about crying and choking, and his eyes were full of eagerness to try.
"Although it's a bit shameful to say it, and although I know that some people will laugh at me, but..." Su Yi slowly lowered his head. No one could see his expression. Under his long sleeves, a pair of thin fists were slowly clenched.
Tightly, "I, I want to attend the Baibao Hall Meeting!"
Sitting high, Xiling Yunqin had a gentle smile on her face, like a loving mother, looking at her child with extremely earnest eyes, and said: "Who dares to laugh at you? Master, I will be the first to hit him.
"
"That's right! Mother said so, and I stand with mother!" Yan Yueyue also stepped forward to cheer Su Yi up.
After inflating, Yan Yueyue felt a surge of pride in her heart, and said loudly: "I also want to participate in the Baibao Hall Meeting!"
"I will join too!" Xia Lin immediately agreed, clenching his big hands into fists in mid-air, "We must torture those guys who look down on the Holy Fire Hall to death!"