Ling Wuyuan paused slightly, the bowl already at his lips, yet he did not drink the soup.
Pei Yi, who had been waiting for his assessment, tilted her head and asked in some confusion:
"What's wrong?"
Hearing that,
Ling Wuyuan came back to his senses. As he drank the carefully simmered meat soup from his bowl, he answered honestly:
"I suddenly sensed some strange disturbance—"
Pei Yi asked curiously:
"Is it urgent?"
Ling Wuyuan merely shook his head.
"It probably doesn't count as urgent."
"At the very least, it isn't too urgent yet."
"Of course, if things continue to develop, then that might not be the case."
Hearing this,
Pei Yi, knowing that Ling Wuyuan would not casually describe something in such grave terms, frowned.
"So—you're going over there to deal with it now?"
In her mind,
when faced with major problems, Ling Wuyuan generally preferred to take the initiative.
But this time,
Ling Wuyuan shook his head.
He had already finished the soup in his bowl.
Picking up a piece of exotic beast meat that had been stewed until it was exceptionally tender, he said:
"No."
"I don't have that ability for the time being."
"After all, that place is simply too far away."
As he said this,
he put the meat into his mouth and savored it carefully.
The texture and flavor were exceedingly wonderful.
Whether it was the taste of the meat itself,
or the balance of spices and cooking time,
everything was quite perfect.
As someone who enjoyed fine food, he naturally commented, "This meat was indeed stewed very well. Your time and thoughtfulness were not wasted."
Pei Yi could only roll her eyes at him.
"It seems the matter really isn't that urgent."
"You still have the leisure to critique the food here."
After making