The man seated in the center was, of course, Wei Yuan. The rest of the group were the young masters and ladies he had brought along this time.

Wei Yuan had a lot on his mind and couldn’t eat much, but the young masters and ladies were ravenous, devouring their food with abandon. Over the past few days, they had nearly been reduced to eating dirt. There was nothing to eat in the Realm of Qingming—or rather, only various pure grains or dried meat that tasted even worse than the grains. They had almost forgotten what fine cuisine tasted like.

The Xu Clan’s chef turned out to be pretty skilled, and the branch family’s pantry was well-stocked with an abundance of ingredients. Xu Jinfeng had also become quite perceptive; he noticed the greedy glint in everyone’s eyes and quietly instructed the kitchen to serve extra dishes and bring out their signature specialties. This instantly endeared him to the young masters and ladies.

At that moment,...