Su Yun had set up a table of food in a tavern near the Chu family early in the morning, waiting.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before he saw a figure flash downstairs, followed by an old man entering the room, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction at the sight of the delicious food on the table, and he immediately started eating.
Seeing that he wasn't even using chopsticks, Su Yun was a bit taken aback and hurriedly handed him a pair of chopsticks.
"Master, which remote place have you been to this time? How long has it been since you last had meat?" Su Yun exposed Master Yuanhe's mysterious facade with a single sentence.
Master Yuanhe snorted and complained, "Don't mention it. Three years, three years without properly tasting meat."
"At least you have a bit of filial piety, knowing to buy some good food for your master. Don't even mention your other senior and junior disciples, they haven't even left a shadow."
