Yao Ziyan could not help recalling the first time she had met Luo Chuan.
Back then, Luo Chuan had been aloof and indifferent, a man of few words.
He had perfectly fit the image of a reclusive master beyond the mortal world, and Yao Ziyan had indeed thought so.
An unparalleled expert far stronger than even a Venerable, living in seclusion in an unnoticed alley within the city, running a tiny shop according to his own preferences.
Their everyday interactions afterward had also confirmed Yao Ziyan's thoughts.
But...
How had things turned out like this now?
Yao Ziyan looked at Luo Chuan's delighted smile and sighed with a hint of amusement.
Perhaps this was Luo Chuan's truest nature.
"Why are you looking at me?" Luo Chuan noticed Yao Ziyan's gaze and handed her a Rice Cake. "Want some?"
"Feed me." Even Yao Ziyan herself had not noticed the faintly coquettish note in her voice.
Luo Chuan paused for a moment, then smiled. "Mm. Here, open your mouth."
Meanwhile, Bu Lige and Bu Shiyi's argument ultimately came to no conclusion.
Much like Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan's debate just now.
How should one put it? The question of whether sweet or savory tasted better had existed since ancient times and had troubled countless people.
Generally speaking, there were roughly three major schools.
The sweet school, the savory school, and the neutral school—the one most likely to be besieged by the other two.
The neutral school's views could more or less be summed up with phrases like, "Either savory or sweet is fine," and "As long as it tastes good, that's enough."
But as everyone knew, neutrality was often the stupidest choice in most circumstances.
So at times like these, it would naturally come under siege from the other two schools.
"Forget