Four fruit platters, four cold dishes, eight dishes to go with the wine, and twelve dishes to go with the rice.
The table was laden with food.
The finest aged wine.
The two sat facing each other.
Xie Daoling ate slowly and carefully.
Gu Qingshan's thoughts wandered from the Evil Ghost Path Ruins to the immortals, then to merit. He kept turning things over in his mind until Xie Daoling reminded him that the food was getting cold. Only then did he set his thoughts aside.
It seemed a little wrong to be sitting here leisurely eating at a time like this.
But since his master had told him to, he would eat.
"Come, Master, let me toast you," Gu Qingshan said.
"Come, let's have a drink." Xie Daoling raised her cup.
"You've been trapped for so long, Master. Eat a little more," Gu Qingshan said.
"That dish looks good. Pass me the plate." Xie Daoling pointed to a dish.
"Oh."
Gu Qingshan handed her the plate and casually remarked, "The food here is passable, I suppose."
"Oh? Do you know a thing or two about spirit cuisine?" Xie Daoling asked.
"Mm. My second senior brother and I used to be in charge of the sect's meals," Gu Qingshan said.
"How good were you?" Xie Daoling asked.
"My second senior brother's cooking ranked first in all the world. I used to be no match for him, but now I'm about on par with him," Gu Qingshan said naturally.
It was simply the truth. Gu Qingshan was no modest man, and he hadn't given it much thought.
He was used to saying whatever came to mind in front of Xie Daoling,
even though the woman before him was Xie Daoling's past life.
After hearing that, Xie Daoling set down her chopsticks.