Casually throwing the horsewhip he grabbed to the side, Pei Yan ignored Liu Xuanji, who was continuously confessing his guilt to Lin Ruxue. While gnawing on the chicken leg he held, he asked Lin Ruxue: "Uncle Master, what kind of chicken leg is this? How can it be so delicious? It looks greasy, but it's not greasy at all when you eat it. After swallowing, apart from the aroma of chicken, there's a lingering faint, refreshing tea fragrance in the mouth. Truly amazing."
"If the cook from the Drunken Immortal Tower knew he had such a connoisseur like you, he would be very happy. Since you like it so much, I'll have Yiqiu send word that as long as you're in Luocheng, you can select from any big or small restaurant in and outside of Luocheng, and meals will be delivered to you for free. Now quickly resolve this matter." Lin Ruxue rested her jade arm on the armrest, holding her forehead, resigned and amused.
