The creamy white fish soup rolled in the bronze cauldron, with crystalline oil floating, reflecting the sunlight and forming a tiny golden dragon.
Plop.
A pair of wooden chopsticks reached into the cauldron, shredding the golden dragon, then picked up a piece of tender fish and sent it into the mouth. The person wielding the chopsticks leaned against the chair back, looking quite relaxed.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Weren't you the one who called me?" Lu Qingshan naturally sat down opposite Chu Muxin, casually drawing a pair of chopsticks from the wooden tube on the table, then reached into the cauldron to also pick up a piece of fish, placing it into his mouth.
The fish melted in the mouth, carried a warmth, and spread throughout the body.
Lu Qingshan squinted slightly, revealing the same relaxed posture as Chu Muxin.
