Zhantian Qingxuan nodded.
"Brother Liangping, did you hear that? The last bowl... Xiao Ye, see your Grandpa Liangping out."
Ji Liangping didn't respond; he just watched Wen Ping's back as he went up to the second floor, then glanced around the kitchen. He was sure that the rice must be some celestial material, judging by its exotic fragrance. However, he couldn't recall any celestial material that looked like grains of rice.
No, to be precise, he had never even heard of such a thing.
He had lived for nearly 200 years, and there was nothing like this in his memory.
At this moment, he couldn't bother with the issue of avoiding too much interaction with others. He immediately said to Zhantian Qingxuan beside him, "Qingxuan, what kind of celestial material is the rice your Sect Leader is eating?"
What he meant was, what kind of celestial material is that rice?
