The Rong Family, as the foremost cultivation lineage of the Spirit Fields,
even a hastily arranged banquet was far from modest in scale.
There were more than five plates of staple food alone.
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There were a full eight dishes.
One main soup and one accompanying soup.
There were as many as six varieties of desserts.
In other words, a single meal offered over twenty kinds of delicacies.
Truly, this was the confidence that came with a great family and great wealth.
Even with Xu Changqing's extensive cooking experience, he recognized only a few of them.
For example:
Quality-Grade Spirit Rice
Rice-Fragrant Braised Spirit Chicken
Rice-Fragrant Braised Ribs
Jade-Wave Rice-Blossom Crab
Golden Radiance Ice Spirit Cake
"What a lavish spread!"
"This is even better than what we eat at the Spirit Grain Sect!"
"Fellow Daoist Rong is too generous!"
The members of the Spirit Grain Sect, whether their senior brother Ji Mingxuan or the other core disciples, were all thrilled at the sight of the feast spread before them.
Rong Yan said rather smugly, "Since I'm hosting Spirit Envoy Xu and my good friend Fellow Daoist Ji, there naturally won't be just these dishes.
This time, I also specially prepared a Spirit Cuisine dish!"
The words "Spirit Cuisine" instantly drew everyone's attention, and their eyes widened.
After all, although the food on the table was rich in nutrients and spiritual energy,
there was still quite a gap between it and Spirit Cuisine.
One had to know that any random Spirit Cuisine dish possessed one, or even several, effects.
Those effects were precisely why Spirit Cuisine was so beloved—and so unaffordable.
Rong Yan took in everyone's reactions, then instructed Rong Fu, "Go. Bring out that Spirit Cuisine dish."