"Enter."
Chen Ye casually waved his hand, removing the restriction by the door.
The wooden door was cautiously pushed open, and a small, thin cultivator with a sharp, monkey-like face dressed in gray walked in.
He was carrying a large tray laden with sizzling, oily demon beast leg meat, sprinkled with some mysterious red spices, and accompanied by several jugs of spirit wine and a few plates of delicate spirit fruit side dishes.
"Wow—"
Qing Jun cheered, her eyes gleaming.
Almost the instant the tray touched the table, the little girl lunged at it without caring if it was hot, grabbing a piece of roasted meat larger than her face and devouring it eagerly.
"Mmm... delicious, delicious! Master, hurry up and eat!"
With her mouth greasy, she mumbled indistinctly and didn't forget to push another large, juicy piece of meat towards Chen Ye.
Eating, for Qing Jun, was a delight.
But watching her master eat was the ultimate happiness!
