Sure enough, Shuiyue nodded in satisfaction and said, "Then I'll call you A'Ming. You and Ling'er may sit down."
"Thank you, Elder." After saying that, Jiang Siming sat down beside Zhao Ling without any hesitation.
Zhao Ling seemed extremely restrained. She kept feeling as though she had brought her boyfriend home to meet her parents.
"Let's eat." Shuiyue spoke up, and only then did all the disciples begin picking up their bowls and eating.
The dishes were plain and light, but cultivators generally did not enjoy greasy, heavy food.
Jiang Siming did not mind in the slightest. With so many beauties accompanying him at the meal, he would have gladly eaten plain rice. Of course, Old Jiang's favorite was still living off a woman.
The dining habits here were very similar to those of ancient times in Jiang Siming's world. Everyone had their own plate and bowl of rice, with the same dishes placed on each plate, and everyone ate separately.
It was quite good and hygienic this way.
Halfway through the meal, Jiang Siming noticed that Xue Qi, who was sitting closest to Shuiyue, had been sneaking glances at him.
Why does she keep secretly looking at me?
Jiang Siming did not think it was because he was too handsome. He was not narcissistic to that extent, although he really was devastatingly handsome. Hehe.
But Xue Qi, the female lead of the original story, was definitely not someone who judged people by their looks.
Otherwise, she could never have fallen for the dull and mediocre Zhang Xiaofan in the original story. There had been far too many handsome men pursuing her.
Yet she had been secretly watching him the whole time, which left him thoroughly puzzled.
In truth, Lu Xueqi could not explain it either. From the moment she