Chapter 138
Once he recovers from acute embarrassment, Jun begs us to come to the Sect as Chefs.
"Just for a weekend" he pleads "There’s a major festival coming up in a few days and we’re trying to impress the other light sects into giving us lead of the alliance"
"I do like festivals" I tell Karl with an interested smile.
"It’s not like we had grand plans" Karl agrees. "We’ve got enough packed for a weekend, give me ten minutes to go recover it from where we stored it"
"Let me change quickly" I instruct, moving into the woods and shadow melding to change into a black blouse with red dragons embroidered on the long bell sleeves. Paired with flare leg black leather pants, a red silk scarf tied around my waist and lace up biker boots on my feet I feel I am looking good enough to meet new people.
Jun nods excitedly when I return "Thank you both so much for coming. The sect master will be thrilled to have a master chef of your caliber."
I snicker at the master chef comment, as I haven’t even finished half of the recipes in the ’potential apprentices introduction to cooking’ as Song described his work in the foreword. If only he knew what he was missing.
Come to think of it, that evil Song knew how to cook all along and just let everyone suffer bland food. I wonder if that’s why he kept locking the maids out? Was he cooking for himself and letting the others suffer? An immortal only actually needs to eat a few times a month and I mostly had tea with him.
He’s getting a piece of my mind next time I see him.
Karl soon returns with my backpack, the special tent included and a duffel bag over his shoulder.
"Good to go. Kindly don’t tell anyone we’ve set up our hunting camp in this area, don’t want them spooking off the game." Karl instructs, tying something into my hair. I’ll find out what later, Karl usually has decent taste.