Han Xiaoru wasn't boasting.
The food at Songtao Residence was indeed excellent, and Aunt Qian's culinary skills were remarkable.
Especially the bamboo fungus from the mountain, which she had prepared with great flair—refreshingly crisp and tender. Chen Ping ate with delight, devouring two large bowls of rice before reluctantly putting down his chopsticks.
"Delicious, right? After the meal, I'll take you up the mountain to hunt some wild game and enjoy the scenery. Our ancestors' ceremony at the Ancestor Master Cave might take quite some time.
Following that, we'll have the Grandmaster Granny's ritual, and we won't have much free time for solo activities."
When mentioning the Grandmaster Granny, Han Xiaoru showed no signs of sorrow.
Since Han Xiaoru could remember, the elder had always resided in the Ancestor Master Cave on Jade Pen Peak, rarely appearing. Ordinary disciples hardly ever saw her, so there wasn't much emotional attachment.
