The Qian Family knew when to retreat in the face of difficulty and had not come looking for trouble with him for many days.
Mo Hua was happy to enjoy the peace and began continuing with his own affairs.
The Artifact Refining Guild and Alchemy Guild had already been built, so he did not need to worry about them. There was another matter he had long wanted to plan and carry out.
One afternoon, An Xiaofu came running over to eat again.
He drank wine, ate meat, and chatted with everyone.
Perhaps he had inherited his mother's talent. An Xiaofu was highly capable both at listening to Eight Trigrams and spreading them.
When he listened, others loved to talk. When he talked, others loved to listen.
Mo Hua beckoned to him.
When An Xiaofu saw it, he froze briefly. Then delight flashed across his face, and he immediately trotted over with great enthusiasm.
When he got close, however, he saw that there was nothing at all on the table before Mo Hua and could not help looking puzzled.
"No food?"
Mo Hua was helpless. So he had thought Mo Hua had called him over because there was food...
"Have you decided what you want to do?" Mo Hua asked directly.
An Xiaofu sighed. "Not yet..."
Mo Hua said, "Do you want to open a Dining Hall?"
"A Dining Hall?" An Xiaofu froze. "Our family already has Dining Halls..."
"It would be different."
An Xiaofu furrowed his brow and thought for a long time, but he still could not figure out what would be different.
"Aren't all Dining Halls more or less the same?"
"The Dining Hall you open would be your own."
"My own?"
An Xiaofu thought for a moment. Then inspiration struck, and he jumped in fright. "You want