Biyou Palace was spacious, with a designated dining hall.0

Qi Xuansu watched as several female Daoists from Biyou Palace floated into the dining room, carrying various dishes and placing them one by one on a large round table.0

Technically, this was meant to be individual servings in line with traditional etiquette. But given Zhang Yuelu’s culinary skills, it was unlikely she could produce uniform portions. 0

To Qi Xuansu, her cooking was completely random. It was highly probable that each of the three dishes would taste entirely different. So, the attendants at Biyou Palace had to hastily arrange for a round table.0

Still, the table was quite large, and the various dishes only occupied one small corner. Fortunately, there were just three of them dining.0

After washing their hands, the Heavenly Preceptor took the seat of honor. Qi Xuansu sat to the elder's left, and Zhang Yuelu to his right, looking like a small harmonious family.0

The Heavenly Preceptor waved at the attendants standing by. “Yuelu didn’t cook much, so we won’t keep you all.”0

Since the Heavenly Preceptor was always kind to those around...0