Different people have different tastes.
Some might find high-end restaurants delicious and refined, but Gu Zhao thought the old downtown eateries were tastier and more satisfying. Besides, their seafood was better than what you'd find in many fancy establishments.
Seafood congee, grilled oysters, stir-fried razor clams, squid tubes, poached shrimp...
The old eatery was filled with the smoky, lively aroma of daily life. The seemingly messy dishes were bursting with vitality, a far cry from the stiff beauty of meticulously plated cuisine.
Xiao Ya took a gentle sip of her bayberry juice and asked Gu Zhao, a little confused, "Since they have Cultivators too, why would they target us?"
Gu Zhao's reply was concise. "Because their Cultivators can't stop bullets, nor can they fly."
Jiang Shishi raised an eyebrow. "Are they that useless?"
Xiao Ya was speechless.
