Ziwei walked to his seat and quietly sat down. Looking around, everything seemed perfectly normal. Gouchen looked natural, while the Jade Emperor was rather stern—but that was always his style, putting on airs.
Thinking over the possible variables, Ziwei truly could not figure out who else might come stir up trouble at a time like this, making Qin Fen go berserk and derail everything so that the Three Pure Ones could not handle it. Nüwa would basically not come down, and Tathagata had no reason to attend a gathering of the Daoist School. So let him ask: who else was there? Who else could stop him?
Maybe I'm overthinking this! Ziwei smiled, nodded at Big Chef, raised his wine cup, and toasted everyone.
"Come, come, everyone, drain your cups! There's endless delicious food today, so make sure you enjoy yourselves. We won't leave until we're drunk!"
"To Your Majesty!"
"To all the Imperial Lords!"
As Ziwei raised his toast, the atmosphere gradually became livelier. Many immortals relaxed and began chatting, boasting, and even discussing romance and moonlit affairs.
Setting down his cup, Ziwei beamed. "Dongwang Gong, make sure you try plenty. I know you're an expert. Besides the Food God, we also have my chef today. Give them your review too. Eat and drink well."
"Definitely, definitely!" He had not even eaten breakfast this morning. Now that there was a Heavenly Court feast, of course he would eat his fill—no need to tell him! Qin Fen grabbed an unfamiliar piece of roasted meat and stuffed it into his mouth, never leaving himself idle.
The Food God quickly made flying pancakes. His skill was absolutely beyond anything in the Mortal Realm. Not only was his technique superb, it looked like magic, immediately drawing the attention of many immortals. Even Chef Qin