It was only for a moment that Yan Se felt pleased, and then he immediately sensed something was amiss—at Li Manman's pace, whatever the Master was eating was probably still hot!
No, it was definitely hot!
At this thought, Yan Se's mood turned rather gloomy.
Wang Yue had no idea what Yan Se was thinking. He couldn't possibly let Yan Se and himself starve, and since he didn't know how much Yan Se could eat, he simply roasted two more racks of fish.
He figured that if he made too much and the two of them couldn't finish it, they could take some back for Ning Que and Sang Sang. In his opinion, winning people over was something that required persistent effort.
Thinking that people who ate others' food would feel soft-mouthed, since the Master had gifted books after eating fish, Haotian ought to gift something or other in the future as well.
Only, to his surprise, right after he finished grilling the fish and had eaten all of two pieces, that old fogey Yan Se asked him if he was still going to eat.
Wang Yue thought Yan Se was asking whether he was full. He was actually just about done, so he nodded.
Yan Se seemed to have been waiting for those exact words. Seeing Wang Yue say he was full, he immediately stuffed all the remaining grilled fish into kraft paper, wrapping it up into one big bundle, and even drew two talismans on top. Judging by the look of it, he intended to keep it warm.
With that done, Yan Se said very warmly, "Let's go, we're heading to the Taoist temple. There are plenty of collections of books there, enough to keep you reading for a long time. You didn't eat your fish in vain,