That evening, the giant yellow eel made its way onto the tables of Xiahe Town's residents. Magistrate Li's party received some as well, just in time to welcome Ning Zhiqi and send off County Assistant Magistrate Wang.
As for Lu Zheng, naturally he was not left out. Stir-fried eel and braised eel were both famous dishes, after all.
That evening, Ning Zhiqi attended a banquet, while Yi QianQian stayed behind to eat at the Liu family's home.
At the dinner table, Yi QianQian could not help glancing repeatedly at Lu Zheng, struggling not to laugh.
"Why are you looking at me?" Lu Zheng asked.
Yi QianQian smiled shyly. "Young Master Lu wrote Xiao Qian far too wonderfully in the story. Xiao Qian feels unworthy of it."
Lu Zheng raised his brows and looked at Liu Qingyan. "You told her about A Chinese Ghost Story?"
"Of course." Liu Qingyan nodded with a smile. Since they had encountered the real person, they had taken a handwritten copy to the medical hall that morning. Even Wang Xiaowan, who was usually often in seclusion cultivating, had come over to join the excitement.
"As long as you do not mind me casually writing you into a story." Lu Zheng smiled.
In any case, no explanation he gave now would work, so he simply gave up resisting. For the moment, he would let things be. When he brought the movie over someday, they would believe him.
When someday? Naturally, when the time was right!
What counted as the right time? Lu Zheng first set himself a small goal: no matter what, he needed at least ten thousand years of Dao Comprehension!
Lu Zheng was not anxious at all. With his nearly exponential cultivation growth curve, ten thousand years of Dao Comprehension would not take too