Hearing footsteps, Jin Xu stopped his conversation with the Ancestor of the Immortal Palace.
Looking up toward the door, he saw Housekeeper Zhang stepping over the threshold and walking into the hall.
Outside the threshold, the dim silhouettes of Yixiang Building's proprietress and her entourage could be seen.
"Uncle, the Yixiang Building has delivered our lunch. Would you like to eat now, or shall we wait a bit longer?"
Housekeeper Zhang stepped up to the Taoist, bowed, and asked for instructions.
Hearing this, Jin Xu's gaze swept across the table where two women, upon hearing the news, instantly brightened with excitement; and also across Zhao Dabao, whose face no longer bore a slap mark, and a little fat boy whose cheek was still prominently swollen.
Then he turned his head towards the Immortal Palace Ancestor beside him.
"Senior Chi, why don't we have lunch first? Otherwise, the buns might get cold and not taste as good."
"Jin Taoist can decide as he sees fit."
