Chen Jie never thought he would be lucky enough to score a bowl of soup; after all, that Golden Chicken was bought with real silver.
The money hadn't shortchanged him in any way, but being given an extra bowl of soup made him feel a bit uneasy.
"Master, maybe I shouldn't drink it…"
Chen Jie said hesitantly. Doctor Bai replied, "Drink it. The Phoenix Soup I concocted is a supreme tonic for Martial Artists. You've been training martial arts recently, right? This bowl of soup will save you at least half a year's hard work in cultivation."
"But Master, I accepted money…"
"Haha, that money was what your Uncle Zhong paid you; this soup is a gift from me to my apprentice. It doesn't conflict, so drink it."
At this moment, Wu Zhong, munching on a chicken wing, chimed in, "Jiu Si, drink up! We're family—don't be so formal."
Wu Hong added, "Brother, martial arts thrive on wealth. Without the help of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, it's hard to achieve greatness."
