Chapter 83: The Banquet of Practicing [4K Big Chapter Seeking Recommendations]

The food was served and the table set, and Ming Tian’s dishes truly drew the eyes of everyone nearby. The exquisite presentation and fragrant aroma made one’s mouth water just from looking at them, and the entire inn lobby erupted in commotion.

“My god, so fragrant? What kind of dish is this?”

“Boss! Serve me a table just like his!”

“Yeah, me too!”

Beside them, the innkeeper, an elderly man who appeared to be around forty, was so anxious that his mustache stood straight up. His dim old eyes, fixed on Ming Tian, grew even more frantic, tears nearly spilling over.

“Ah, honored guest, my apologies. That table of theirs was prepared by themselves. Our small shop truly has none.”

“None? If not, couldn’t you simply copy the style?!”

“That’s right! It’s too tormenting to smell it but not taste it.”

“I’m sorry, honored guest, I… I…” The innkeeper was truly frantic, yet had no means to help, so he could only repeatedly apologize.

Fortunately, this innkeeper had a good temper and had even earned Ming Tian much kitchen rent. If his temper were worse, he might have kicked Ming Tian out.

Facing this situation, Ming Tian could only smile.

No way around it. There were seven or eight tables here, and he didn’t know them. If he truly wanted to do them a favor by cooking, how could he still host his farewell feast?

Yin Chan looked at the dishes on the table, equally delighted. Her usually poker-faced expression revealed a rare smile.

To be honest, although Yin Chan’s appearance couldn’t compare to Xiao Xinzhu’s, and was even a bit inferior to Zhao Yu’s, when she smiled, she truly counted as a beauty.

Could it be that because her smile was too beautiful, she feared attracting other men, so she maintained a poker face her whole life?

Correct, Ming Tian nodded, affirming this idea. Why? There was a most direct reason…

Because in her previous life, Yin Chan was a man…

Um, this pun is truly unending!

“Yin Chan, may you have a smooth journey.” Raising his cup, Ming Tian offered a blessing to Yin Chan.

The group raised their cups together, expressing sincere wishes for a smooth journey.

Everyone had gentle smiles, except An Luo, who was reluctant to part, his eyes full of lingering attachment to Yin Chan.

“Thank you.” Yin Chan raised her cup, a trace of reluctance also in her eyes.

Having experienced so much, she must have long since adapted to Ming Tian’s group, right?

Everyone clinked cups, marking the beginning of this small banquet.

The food was delicious and well-matched. Zhao Yu, who had never tasted Ming Tian’s dishes before, was even more effusive in her praise!

These dishes were all ordinary home-cooked meals from different regions of modern times, also representing the tastes most people in Ming Tian’s era would appreciate. They would definitely leave the most beautiful memories for Yin Chan in this world.

“All right, An Luo, don’t keep frowning. Come, have a drink with me.” Seeing An Luo’s face full of reluctance, Ming Tian, as a brother, still toasted him with a cup of wine.

“Ming Tian, I… I…” A big man, the brutal brute from Zihua Mountain who could tear a bandit chicken apart with his mouth, actually cried.

He probably couldn’t bear to part with Yin Chan but was too embarrassed to say so.

How did this old buddy cry? It was stranger than abstract painting. His face looked as ugly as the stain left when I accidentally shot the wall crooked during a big health session.

Hey hey hey, why are you hugging me? I damn! So much strength, I… I’m going to die…

An Luo, unable to control himself, hugged Ming Tian like a woman, nearly causing Ming Tian to gasp for air.

After a few drinks that were just passing the time, the atmosphere gradually warmed up.

Just then, the woman beside him patted her own shoulder. Ming Tian asked what was wrong. Xiao Xinzhu pointed upstairs.

Turning back, at some point, An Mo had woken up and come out from the room. Now, she crouched timidly at the railing in the corridor like a little fledgling, looking pitifully at the table of food but not daring to make a sound.

If Mo’er weren’t so skinny, and instead a boy in underwear, she’d somewhat resemble Junxiong from Juon.

Slapping his forehead, Ming Tian inwardly sighed at his oversight. How could he have forgotten Mo’er? This little girl had probably been squatting there since the banquet started, drooling at the sight, and he had to pity her.

“Mo’er, come down and eat together.”

Ming Tian warmly waved at her.

Mo’er didn’t dare respond, only shaking her dry little head desperately.

“Down you go, Mo’er.”

Everyone called out in unison, each face bearing an amiable smile.

Facing the warm invitation, Mo’er pursed her lips that had two or three cracks, hesitating for a long time before mustering courage to walk toward the stairs.

She walked very slowly, very cautiously, as if this were the first time in her life walking on stairs. Afraid of accidentally falling.

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