Soon, in Elder Jiang's courtyard, seven or eight old fellows in their seventies and eighties arrived.
Elder Jiang's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "You guys, don't you have food in your own homes? You all ran to my house. We don't even have enough food for ourselves, let alone extra for you."
Old Master An said with a smile, "It's alright. If your food is not enough, I can have food sent from my house too. Just share a bit of your meals with us."
The food in Old Jiang's place was so fragrant that it wafted throughout the whole courtyard, and when walking into Old Jiang's small yard, the aroma was even more mouth-watering and refreshing, making them feel very comfortable.
Old Master Ji nodded in agreement, "What Old An said is correct, you are not prepared, but we are. Come on, let's join tables."
Elder Jiang was speechless.
