Blind Bei picked up his chopsticks and began to scoop up noodles.
"Why aren't you using your mental force?" Siniang asked curiously.
"Noodles picked up with mental force have no soul."
"Alright, alright, I can't outtalk you. My lord, please take your time eating. I'll bring some to them."
"Hey, don't leave. Is there garlic? It's only half as good eating noodles without garlic."
"Blind man, I remember you never had a penchant for this before."
"I suddenly feel like eating it."
"Wait here, I'll get you some."
Siniang promptly fetched a bowl of peeled garlic.
Zheng Fan and Blind Bei sat opposite each other. Zheng Fan was genuinely hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and took several bites.
"My Lord, have some garlic."
Blind Bei picked up two cloves of garlic and passed them to Zheng Fan.
"I'm not used to it." Zheng Fan shook his head.
"You should at least try it."
Zheng Fan hesitated, then accepted the garlic. He put one clove in his mouth and began to chew.
