At Ju Chifeng's residence, the courtyard was empty and very quiet.
Nolan Rong ate with such concentration as if he were practicing. He said nothing and acted as if no one was around. He ate neither fast nor slow, with a straight and elegant posture, yet he was able to eat a lot in one meal. To be honest, although Trevor Ye's cooking had improved a lot, most of the dishes were lacking in color, aroma and taste. Even though they looked good, they either smelled good but didn't taste good, or tasted good but didn't smell good. Anyway, no matter what, the master would finish the meal in the end.
Trevor Ye held a bowl of rice and watched from the side, feeling it was a pleasure. When the dishes were all empty, he still had half a bowl left.
"Are you feeding me medicine or food? I added too much dragon mushroom root, and it tastes bitter." Nolan Rong put down his chopsticks and frowned. His cultivation was hidden and he still looked like a mortal, but his spirit was restored all of a sudden, and he felt comfortable all over.
Putting precious elixirs in dishes and serving them as meals to mortals, Nolan Rong felt that this person was living too comfortably and was really generous.
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