"The kitchen only needs one person cooking and one tending the fire. Two of you, come lend a hand-"
The old temple keeper's voice came from another room, and Qi Zhongbin and Shao Zhen immediately went over to help.
Whether they were immortals, divine beings, demon cultivators, or mortals, at least today, on New Year's Eve in the True Lord Temple, everyone took this meal seriously.
Yi Shuyuan had brought some food with him and cooked several dishes himself, so the feast was soon nearly ready.
Without much formality or ceremony, everyone helped carry the dishes to the table inside. Qi Zhongbin even prepared a charcoal brazier, making the dining room wonderfully warm.
The child was too weak to come out and eat, so they set aside small bowls of dishes and soup for him. The Zhou woman stayed with her child to eat in the bedroom, while her husband joined the others at the large table.
Yi Shuyuan and Chen Han carried the dishes into the bedroom together and placed them on the little table beside the bed.
"So much food!"
The child cried out happily.
"Mother, how much can I eat? Auntie Chen, can I eat meat too?"
"Of course you should eat meat. How else will you get your strength back?"
It was Yi Shuyuan who spoke. He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and sat beside the bed.
The child glanced at his mother, then looked at Chen Han.
"Auntie, who is this gentleman?"
The Zhou woman did not know who Yi Shuyuan was either. She only knew he was an old acquaintance of the temple keeper, and he did not look like Chen Han's lover.
Chen Han smiled faintly and, after a moment's thought, said,
"Master Yi is a renowned physician too.