Professor Song glanced sideways: "You attended the Spirit Plant Class?"
Zhang Yu froze for a moment, then gave an awkward smile: "Sometimes, just sometimes."
"Dinner's ready."
Chen Weiyi came out of the kitchen with a spatula, shouting towards the courtyard.
Chen Yuan laughed: "Professor, let's eat first."
Professor Song looked deeply at Chen Yuan, his world-weary eyes flickering with a faint glow, and finally nodded: "Alright."
Then he glared at Zhang Yu: "Hurry and help the old man."
The night wind swept in from deep within Qinling, bringing a dark night and a chilly gale.
The hall lit up brightly, dispelling the darkness.
It was already November, Qinling had officially entered winter, temperatures dropped again, eating in the courtyard risked catching a cold from the cold wind.
Warm yellow light shone on the wooden table, adorned with Baokun City's typical specialty dishes, like Baokun roasted chicken with its crispy skin and tender meat, and steaming radish stew.
