"Young Master, did you take Young Master Qi into the Ancestor Hall?"
Lao Dao carried a large basin of crystal rice, accompanied by two plates of roasted meat, and sat in the main hall eating heartily on his own.
"Why didn't you make a portion for me?"
Ninghai Zen, feeling unsatisfied, glanced at the enticing smell of the stewed rice and the well-cooked, tender meat with alternating layers of fat, beginning to feel a bit hungry.
Moving mountains is labor-intensive work, no easier than being a dockworker.
"I thought Young Master planned to stay in the Ancestor Hall for a while, since you haven't been there for ages."
Lao Dao lowered his head and shoveled the rice into his mouth, seemingly afraid that Ninghai Zen would snatch it, quickly finishing it in a gust.
"The Ancestor was so stingy, going in and out of the Ancestor Hall costs more than visiting the most luxurious brothels in the Celestial Water Prefecture, we can't afford it."
Ninghai Zen muttered.
