Soon, Dan Feng returned after using the excuse of fetching the private chef to wash his face along the way.
Fifteen attendants stood in neat formation behind the High Elder.
The fifteen attendants kept their eyes lowered, each carrying an enormous wooden food box, then formed an orderly line.
Those who had lost at cards quickly tore the paper strips off their faces.
Jing Yuan counted the attendants, utterly surprised.
Hadn't Dan Feng only had eight attendants before?
Not understanding, Jing Yuan asked, only to receive this answer from Dan Feng:
"Because this time, each person only gets fifteen dishes."
The eyes of the four people other than Xianyu widened in shock.
Each person only got fifteen dishes? There were only six of them in total!
Xianyu took this in stride.
In his previous life, he had eaten meals prepared by a private chef.
In his previous life, Xianyu had spent most of his time working, cutting out meals and sleep to read documents instead.
He only ate a little when he arranged to have meals with his subordinates.
This had given his subordinates quite a headache, and they had taken turns inviting him to meals under pretexts such as birthdays and Xianzhou anniversaries.
On one occasion, a subordinate had spent who knew how many Strales to hire the most renowned private chef in the universe to cook for them.
It had been that subordinate's first time hiring a private chef, and they had chosen the highest-tier, individually plated business banquet, which came with several chefs and servers.
When the food arrived, Xianyu and his subordinates had been stunned.
A large plate sat before each of them, bearing an appetizer smaller than a palm that left them wondering.
Could they really get full on this?
Everyone finished it in just