Qi Xuansu had the physique of a Heavenly-Being Martial Arts Practitioner, so he was not afraid of upsetting his stomach, just his taste buds. So, aside from the drunken shrimp, he forcibly finished the Blanched Plain Cabbage, Twenty-Four Moons, and the Pearl, Jade, and Emerald Soup. One was so bland it lacked even a pinch of salt, the others so salty they tasted like brine balls. With two extremes on the same table, the experience was indescribable.1

Zhang Yuelu did not shy away either. After the Heavenly Preceptor left and Qi Xuansu neared the end of his suffering, she shared what remained of the lotus seed cake with him.0

Qi Xuansu began to seriously consider the idea of fasting. If not for anything else, then at least to survive this type of “kindness” again.0

Fortunately, Zhang Yuelu was usually busy and rarely had time to showcase her culinary “talents.” If they truly had to dine together again, Qi Xuansu would not mind cooking. While his food might not be restaurant-level, at the very least, it would not be unpalatable.0

After the Heavenly Preceptor left the dining room, he walked to a terrace,...0