Sword Bu Gui suspected he had misheard.
With a wave of his hand, he opened the door. Sword Bu Gui cleaned out his ears and stared intently at Gu Jue, who stood in the doorway. "Say that again. Your master doesn't think he heard you clearly."
Gu Jue fell silent for a moment but repeated himself anyway. "Master, I was asking… can you cook?"
Sword Bu Gui: "…"
'Oh, so I didn't mishear. My disciple has just lost his mind.'
Sword Bu Gui remained silent, staring at Gu Jue with an indescribable expression.
Gu Jue finally couldn't take it anymore. "…Master, just pretend I never asked. Your disciple will take his leave."
Gu Jue really did think there was something wrong with his brain.
But he hadn't actually been bragging when he first answered Lu Sangjiu. In his view, as long as you could cook the food through, it counted as knowing how to cook, regardless of whether it tasted good or not.
So he had answered with confidence, until… Lu Sangjiu asked him to teach her.
