Several days had passed, and as the journey came to an end, when Yu Ziqing was seen off by Su Li at the city gates, Yu Ziqing casually asked a question.
"In the Capital City of Dali, do people not like eating mutton?"
"They do like it, there are plenty of mutton soup restaurants."
"I thought as much, Brother Su, you are so considerate. That day at the Ji Mansion, everyone even went out of their way to accommodate me. I wondered why, when I could smell the mutton, it never appeared on the table."
"So, that's what this is about. I told your mentor's wife that Brother Qing doesn't eat mutton, and since making mutton soup takes too long, they didn't prepare it."
"Well, Brother Su, there's no need to see me off any further. If you go to your teacher's house, please extend my thanks to your mentor's wife. I have a little gift here, though it's not anything valuable, please give it to her on my behalf."
"Brother Qing, you are too polite."
