Hearing Qiang Yulian say that Little Bok Choy was something rare and precious, Xiao Hua naturally knew he had been wrong again. He said nothing, merely smiled as he looked at Qiang Yulian.
Sure enough, Qiang Yulian lowered her voice. "Senior, Little Bok Choy is not some ordinary vegetable dish. It is a rare fish found in the Cold River!"
"Huh?" Xue Xue was greatly astonished. "If it is a fish, why does it have the name of a vegetable? And it is only a fish—how can it be so rare?"
"Heehee, Senior, you do not know this. This fish did not exist tens of thousands of years ago. It only appeared in the Cold River because of a lingering love story of life and death. Moreover, it is said that only two appear on the fifteenth day of each month, which is why it is so rare." Qiang Yulian smiled. "Its flavor is truly exquisite. It needs no seasoning at all; simply steaming it is enough! Even cultivators like us would savor the taste for a long while after eating it!"
"Really? What tragic and beautiful story was it? Can you tell us?" Xue Xue's curiosity was greatly aroused, and she asked urgently.
"Hehe, Miss Yulian must be thirsty. Have a spiritual fruit first; you can tell us afterward." Xiao Hua smiled and clapped his hand, taking out from his space a palm-sized spiritual fruit shaped like a sprout. He handed it to Qiang Yulian, who accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, Senior."
After speaking, she brought it to her lips and took small bites. Who would have thought that the moment the unknown spiritual fruit entered her mouth, it transformed into a gentle current of spiritual energy that surged into Qiang Yulian's meridians? Delight appeared on her