In the residence of the Baihua Palace Master, seeing Ji Liangchuan and Zhang Shuheng behaving like proper gentlemen, neatly tucking white napkins into their collars and eating slowly in the chaotic wind as if dining in a high-end restaurant, Shen Qiang couldn't help but squint with laughter.
These two pretentious fools are really something.
But then, if Ji Liangchuan, the seventh young master, didn't have the habit of taking pictures every time he eats and posting them, Shen Qiang wouldn't have discovered that after they left, the Baihua Palace Master had laid out a vegetarian feast for those cultivators.
Shen Qiang could easily see through her intentions.
After all, Baihua Palace isn't just any ordinary family.
It might be because of money, or other reasons, that under these circumstances, they can't produce good food.
They are very wealthy.
Otherwise, such a large summer hotel couldn't possibly operate only symbolically in the summer.
