In just a few days, Hu Yun had very naturally changed how he addressed Xiezhi, from Mister Xie to Master. Originally, Hu Yun had only wanted to call Xiezhi Mister Xie, because deep in his heart, he had always hoped that perhaps one day Mister Ji might accept him as a disciple. But after Mister Ji spoke a few words to him in the dream, Hu Yun's attitude toward Xiezhi rose to a whole new level.
Hu Yun now ran in excitedly and took several red yams from the sack in his hand, placing them on the table.
"You can eat these raw—they taste quite good. I heard they're even more delicious when cooked!"
The sack was huge; ten jin of red yams barely covered its bottom.
"Roasted red yams taste even better. Steam some, then once the rice is done, put some inside the stove and roast them slowly with firewood and charcoal."
As Ji Yuan spoke, his gaze turned toward the courtyard gate of Ju'an Pavilion. Hu Yun's door had not been shut tightly, leaving a door crack. A figure had appeared outside; someone was probably standing there.
Sure enough, a knock soon sounded.
"Knock knock knock..."
"Come in."
Only then did the person outside gently push open the door. It was Yang Zong and Lu Xiaoyou. Once they entered Ju'an Pavilion, both immediately bowed to Ji Yuan.
"Yang Zong..." "Lu Xiaoyou..."
"Greetings, Mister Ji! Greetings, fellow Daoists!"
Other than Ji Yuan, they did not recognize anyone in the courtyard.
Ji Yuan smiled and waved a hand.
"Compared with Old Mister Lu, you two care rather a lot about such formalities. No need for excessive courtesy. Come in and sit—we were just about to cook red yams."
Besides the four stone stools by the stone table, there were