Chapter 2260: Is His Talent That Poor?

Chapter 2260: Chapter 2260: Is His Talent That Poor?

“Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll make it for you. You can have anything you like.”

Hearing this, the little baby fixed his big, bright eyes on his mother, as if pondering something. After a while, he finally spoke, “I don’t really want anything special. Just make me some noodles, Mom. There’s fresh noodles Uncle prepared in the kitchen.”

His mother had been busy for days, and now she immediately wanted to cook for him. As her son, he couldn’t be so inconsiderate and let her overexert herself.

If his father were the one cooking, he would demand a table full of dishes. But since it was his mother, he decided on noodles—simple to make, with fresh noodles ready to boil in water.

“Alright, I’ll make you some noodles,” An Jiuyue nodded.

Even if it’s only noodles, you’ll see how I prepare them. There are plenty of ingredients in my storage to make toppings, so I’ll use some of the good stuff.

After sharing a bowl of noodles with her son, An Jiuyue still had many tasks to handle in the afternoon. Wulong Mountain was in chaos due to the Evil Spirit Universe issue, so she had her hands full.

“Nuonuo, go call Uncle Yi Kun to come and join us for noodles. I’ll need his help with some afternoon matters,” she said.

“Okay, Mom! Nuonuo will go call Uncle Yi Kun right away!”

The little baby accepted the task enthusiastically and ran off immediately. Uncle Yi Kun had been spending most of his days in the Demon Heart Hall lately. He was still studying the cultivation technique manual that An Jiuyue had given him and hadn’t ventured out. His meals were prepared by Uncle and delivered to him daily.

Sometimes, when Yi Kun got caught up in a crucial moment of comprehension, he wouldn’t even eat.

Because of this, Uncle had grumbled to him on several occasions. Though his words sounded harsh, Uncle was genuinely worried about Yi Kun’s health and feared his body might give out.

…

Inside the room.

Leng Yikun recognized every character in the cultivation technique manual, but deciphering the sentences they formed proved extremely challenging.

Fortunately, the manual wasn’t entirely incomprehensible. With repeated readings, the meanings began to emerge little by little, eventually becoming more coherent.

But that only applied to the initial few pages.

Over the past few days, despite sacrificing sleep and food, he’d only managed to understand the first six pages. The pages after that? He couldn’t make sense of them at all.

He didn’t know if the High Priest Demon Heart or Master Qian had left their seclusion yet. He wanted to ask whether his struggles were due to insufficient talent on his part.

“Uncle Yi Kun, Uncle Yi Kun, Mom asked Nuonuo to call you to have lunch together. Can you hear Nuonuo’s voice?” From outside the door came the little baby’s cheerful voice.

Leng Yikun abruptly raised his head to look at the tightly closed door.

The High Priest Demon Heart had emerged from seclusion—just perfect. He could voice his confusion to the High Priest and see if she could provide any guidance.

He stuffed the cultivation technique manual into his robes and went to open the door.

“Nuonuo, your mother is out of seclusion?”

“Yes! Mom just came out and said she wanted to make lunch for Nuonuo,” the little baby replied, nodding earnestly.

“Uncle Yi Kun, Nuonuo thinks you look so worn out. Are you really skipping meals like Uncle said? Nuonuo thinks you’ve lost weight!”

Hearing this, Leng Yikun’s expression grew a little awkward.

Yuu Rong, that guy—why does he have to run his mouth about everything in front of the little baby? Can’t he just keep it to himself?

“That’s not true. I’ve just been busy these past few days. Once I’m through this, I’ll be back to my usual self—and gain the weight back in no time,” Leng Yikun explained, bending down to pick up the little baby.

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