Back at the riverside courtyard, Hong Fu and Li Hejun hadn't disappointed Lü Zhong. They had successfully printed five copies of the Talisman Making Book, free of any rudimentary errors like missing or misprinted pages.
"Excellent!" Lü Zhong was never stingy with his praise.
Nor would he forget their well-deserved reward.
When the two saw the sumptuous dinner on the table, they stared in disbelief.
The Spirit Rice, made from Cyan Bud Spirit Rice that cost one Spirit Stone a pound, was first-rate in every aspect—color, aroma, and taste. And that was to say nothing of the platter of Mud Shell Pork stewed with Spiritual Cabbage.
The aroma was intoxicatingly rich, the meat tender but not mushy.
Forget eating it; the smell alone was enough to make you devour a whole bucket of rice.
