Half a month later.
Inside the Yan Residence, Yan Chiyu carried the freshly prepared dishes over and set them on the table. Then he removed his apron and clapped his hands.
"Dinner's ready," he called loudly to his grandson and granddaughter.
Ever since they were young, the two children had eaten the food he cooked. Although his granddaughter had grown up and could lend a hand now, he still had to cook the main dishes himself for the flavor to be authentic.
"I'm coming." Yan Ziyou entered from outside. At home, she wore only a simple white outfit with flared sleeves.
Fresh and lovely.
Wei He also put down his book, left the study, and followed the corridor to the dining room.
Six fragrant, colorful dishes had already been laid out on the large round rosewood table in the dining room.
Most of them were vegetarian.
Because the Spirit Clan had frail bodies, they did not enjoy overly meaty dishes. Food like this was the norm here.
The three of them sat down separately, forming a triangle around the round table.
Wei He lightly picked up his bowl and chopsticks. Looking at the crystalline white rice in his bowl, he suddenly felt a strange sense of disorientation.
He felt as though he were not in Linzhou, where demons and monsters gathered, but still back in Great Moon.
"Eat. They're all things you like." Yan Chiyu looked gently at his grandson. He was nearly three hundred years old already, and was approaching the end of his lifespan.
He did not have many years left to live.
He did not know how many more times he would be able to see them eating together like this.
"Alright." Over the past few days, Wei He had used his alleged amnesia as an excuse