At noon, Chen Xu personally cooked up a table full of exquisite dishes.
This greatly touched Feng Yuanbai, who knew that many times before at Gaosheng Inn, he had always freeloaded off Wu Zhengze's meals.
As a student, Chen Xu personally cooking for his master was his expression of filial piety.
Later, when they arrived at this secluded courtyard, he frequently sought advice on cooking from Chef Sun.
While practicing his culinary skills, the delicious food Chen Xu occasionally distributed to the courtyard servants for tasting was called "sampling," which was nothing special.
But to earnestly make such a feast and invite just one person—
Being that "someone," Feng Yuanbai felt quite extraordinary, stroking his short beard and only regretting that Wu Zhengze wasn't by his side.
Otherwise, he, Feng, would surely have walked past Wu Zhengze proudly, his hands behind his back.
Hey! Wouldn't you want Wu to enjoy some of this glory too?
