Food arrived, but nobody ate anything. For the first time, Pu Jianming also noticed how his friend never actually ate anything. All these years, they only shared tea. He simply assumed the merchant had already eaten. However, with two cultivators present, the food was smelled more than tasted.
"Ah Song, why aren't you eating?" Pu Jianming finally asked.
Smiling, Song Min deflected the question and bounced it right back.
"I'm not hungry. What about both of you? Young children need to eat to grow up."
Not missing a beat, Anji smiled politely. "We are both cultivators. We don't really need to eat like ordinary folks."
"I see," Song Min circled the rim of his teacup. "What a shame. I ordered these specifically for guests. After all, it is rare for a small town like this to receive new visitors, especially one who only knows the luxury of the imperial palace."
