Universal Barrier Socket, Professor Jiang's Unconventional Path to Fame

Meanwhile,

compared to the Blood Moon Sect, whose fate had irreversibly begun to diverge onto two timelines,

on the other side of Coastal City,

as that minor interlude came to an end, the morning tea Su Wen had ordered began arriving at the table before him.

At daybreak, the water towns south of the Yangtze seemed to be gently embraced by a veil-like mist, quiet and peaceful.

On this early winter morning, a ray of warm sunlight pierced the fog and spilled into the antique teahouse, adding a touch of warmth to the tranquil dawn.

Then, as the waitstaff moved expertly between the tables, plate after plate of exquisite Jiangnan breakfast dishes was set out, each like a delicate ink-wash painting, pleasing to the eye and even more appetizing.

Whether it was the steaming soup dumplings in their bamboo baskets, small and delicate, their wrappers thin as paper and nearly transparent, as though one could glimpse the rich broth and tender filling within,

or the way Su Wen only needed to lift one gently for the clear soup inside to tremble, before its savory flavor burst across his mouth,

everything made even this genius Scholar, who enjoyed slacking off, feel the beauty of life:

"Sometimes, I really pity those people in Europa. At the very least, they'll never get to taste food like this."

"They don't need your pity."

Jiang Menghan said softly.

Yet she very much agreed with the indirect praise in his words.

Just like that,

with the waitstaff coming and going, the table by the window gradually filled with all kinds of tea snacks:

golden spring rolls, crisp on the outside and tender within, wrapped around seasonal vegetables and savory shredded meat, each bite carrying anticipation for spring; shrimp dumplings white as jade, their translucent wrappers enclosing