“Perfect, one bowl for each of us.” Lu Yang cheerfully pushed the third freshly cooked bowl of wonton to Lan Ting.

Lan Ting cast an inadvertent glance at Tao Yaoye before sitting down quietly with the grace of a noble young lady and picking up a wonton with her chopsticks.

Since Senior Brother Lu Yang chose this stall, it must have its unique charm… It tastes awful.

Lan Ting stared at the bowl in shock. These are the worst wontons I’ve ever eaten.

Objectively, this bowl of wontons was only below average, not the absolute worst. But Lan Ting was born into an ancestral clan, where she was accustomed to gourmet cuisines. After joining the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace, though the dishes had become plainer, the flavors remained supreme in the cultivation world. These wontons were already considered below average...