"All you ever think about is food," Emilian growled, stepping closer to MeiLan.
Long rolled his eyes but his expression remained good-natured. "Well, we know what you are always thinking about," he cut his eyes meaningfully to Zheng Meilan. Emilian's ears reddened, but he couldn't protest, because the words were valid. He wasn't sure if his feelings would even matter now that Bai Long was back.
"Lunch!" Gao Lusi jumped up excitedly and took Bai Long by the elbow. "Excellent suggestion Brother Bai!" It seemed that appetite was one thing that the two dragons had in common. The old master led them through the halls to another room. A long, low table ran the length of the hall. The master said a few words to one of the elder monks, and within minutes young initiates had scrambled to serve the guests. Flat cushions were brought to sit on, and simple dishes were brought from the kitchen. Rice, boiled soybeans, and vegetables in a salty sauce.
