"Ah, the dog has already eaten it all, nothing left."
Wu Kejia moved a chair over and placed it next to Qin Zhao.
Chu Yan took the opportunity to sit down and thanked her.
Qin Zhao glanced at him, his hand under the table, carefully tugging at the corner of her clothes.
After tugging at the clothes without a response, Chu Yan tried to reach for her hand.
Slap.
The back of his hand was struck red.
"Eat your food."
Qin Zhao huffed lightly, that was meant for Chu Yan.
Chu Yan ate silently, still frequently offering food to Qin Zhao.
Since he was a guest in someone else's house, Qin Zhao didn't remove the food he had served her.
"Using so many Spirit Plants in cooking must cost quite a bit, right?"
Qin Zhao asked Shangguan Qiu's friend, Wu Kejia.
"It doesn't cost much, we grow them ourselves."
Some Spirit Plants are rare medicinal herbs unrecognized by most traditional medicine practitioners; only cultivators can sense the Spiritual Energy in them.
