The table was flipped over, dishes scattered all over the floor, and the porcelain bowls shattered beyond recognition, benefiting only Haha, who had been salivating over them. Now that Haha started eating, Wen Ping couldn't stop it, nor did he have any reason to.
Wen Ping immediately looked at Yang Lele coldly and said, "You have fifteen minutes to whip up another table of dishes, or you'll be banned from entering the Gravity Field for ten days."
"I..."
Yang Lele's expression fell, and the joy of breaking through to the Body Refining Sixth Layer vanished, even feeling a bit unlucky suddenly.
He's not someone who can cook. From birth until now, he's always had everything done for him. He knows what a cooking ladle looks like, but using it seems harder than wielding a Mountain-Crushing Saber weighing hundreds of pounds.
If he doesn't do it, he'll be banned from the Gravity Field for ten days.
Three hours a day, that's 27 hours, and multiplied by ten is 270 hours.
