Ning Fengzhi had just picked up his chopsticks with practiced elegance, the exquisite ivory chopsticks gleaming faintly under the sunlight.
Beside him, Xiao Wu had already lost all patience due to extreme hunger, her chopsticks flashing across the table like lightning to accurately pick up a fragrant carrot.
Seeing this, Chen Xuanqing and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a smile, knowing that Xiao Wu was starving, and thus began helping her to food.
Meanwhile, sitting on the other side, Ning Rongrong watched this scene as the fire of jealousy in her heart was ignited.
The chopsticks in her hand were no longer tools for tasting fine cuisine, but had transformed into sharp weapons for venting her emotions.
Ning Rongrong aggressively jabbed at the Soul Beast meat before her, as if the meat were not food, but the living embodiment of Chen Xuanqing.
Witnessing all of this, Ning Fengzhi felt a complex mixture of emotions within his heart.
He gently put down his chopsticks, wearing a smile while his tone was filled with sincerity and warmth, "Coming to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is just like returning to your own home. There is no need for anyone to stand on ceremony, so please enjoy yourselves."
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Chen Xuanqing felt a wave of warmth wash over him.
And so Chen Xuanqing ate a few bites to line his stomach, then raised the wine glass in his hand to toast Ning Fengzhi, "Sect Master Ning, thank you for your generous hospitality. I toast this cup to you."
However, Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, feigning a darkened expression as he said, "What kind of Sect Master Ning is that? How distant. My good nephew, you should just call me Uncle Ning."
His words were brimming with intimacy and closeness, as though he