After the voice reached everyone outside the Cold House clearly, Aike De looked a little surprised, but showed no displeasure.
"One of the Cold House's rules: it is picky about its guests."
"Dao only prepares food for guests he approves of."
"As for everyone else?"
Aike De shrugged.
Although he left the sentence unfinished, his meaning could not have been clearer.
"2567, I'll wait for you outside the bamboo grove."
"Even if we don't get to eat food prepared by Dao himself, the pastries baked here are pretty good too."
With that, Aike De gestured to Qin Ran and led the others out of the bamboo grove, looking thoroughly familiar with the place.
Naturally, no one around him objected. They all followed.
The makeup artist slowed his pace, bringing up the rear.
"Remember to savor it. Tell me what you ate and how it tasted when you get back."
The makeup artist lowered his voice as he spoke to Qin Ran.
He loved food.
He felt especially fortunate whenever he had the chance to taste something truly delicious, so he had been full of anticipation from the moment he arrived.
Unfortunately, he could not go inside.
Of course, given his personality, the makeup artist only felt a little regret, not resentment.
After casting another lingering glance at the Cold House, the makeup artist waved to Qin Ran and jogged after Aike De's group.
Qin Ran silently watched until they had all left, then turned and walked straight toward the Cold House.
A stone step roughly two meters long and half a meter wide stood before the entrance. As Qin Ran stepped onto it, footsteps sounded.
Another female attendant appeared before him, carrying a pair of loose cloth shoes.
"Please change your shoes."
The attendant bowed, then bent down with the