The aroma of food was evident; even someone as strong as the Master couldn't reach the realm of fasting and avoiding worldly sustenance.
Without a word, he immediately threw out a stack of money, asked for a private room, and had the villagers prepare the food.
The warriors were from the Divine Court and had stayed long in Western Europe, never encountering such rural delicacies. The aroma made their stomachs rumble with hunger.
Upon receiving the money, the villagers quickly got busy. It was quite a sum!
Enough for them to feast on more than ten tables!
Without hesitation, they started bustling: "Bring out the best local chicken and duck! Signature dishes! Freshly caught river fish, serve them all!"
The food at this farmhouse was local and authentic, its original flavor immensely enjoyed by the Master, especially after pursuing Su Han throughout the journey, his physical energy heavily depleted. Now, he just needed to fill his stomach and quietly wait for Su Han's return.
