After a feast of spiritual cuisine, everyone was in high spirits, their brows previously burdened by alchemy and artifact tasks now relaxed.
Even Ye Xingyu, who rarely spoke among his generation, began to offer some remarks.
"With your Thirteenth Aunt's skills, we could open a restaurant in the future for the Ye Family!"
"Yes, Thirteenth Aunt, why don't we open a restaurant for the Ye Family?" Ye Jingli was also delighted, his mouth greasy, and seemingly due to the abundant spiritual power, his whole body emitted a faint spiritual light.
"What are you saying? Restaurants are the business of the Mo Family!" Ye Xinghe glared at Ye Jingli from the side.
Ye Jingli bowed his head in silence.
He knew he had made a taboo mistake.
In the market, although you could sell anything, each family had different focal points.
