"Hahaha, thank you, thank you! You really worked hard coming all this way."
"No need to be so polite, it was just a small task."
At the entrance, Xu Zishuai was carrying a basket of lively and splashing starfish, listening to his master's instructions from the morning, preparing to have Captain Leader cook some roasted fish to satisfy his cravings.
It's not that the food at Tower-watching Platform is bad, it certainly surpasses what the Hanging Temple offers. However, dishes heavy in oil, salt, meat, and spice are hard to find; forget about hotpot, it's quite "bland." Now that Pingyang Prefecture gathers people from all corners, coupled with practicing martial arts, everyone's tastes have changed. Without some heavy and spicy food, it feels a bit lacking.
Just as he was paying two young Taoists, suddenly there was a blast of air, the roof tiles in the backyard shattered, black fragments soared into the sky, and scattered debris fell like firecracker fragments.
