A woman came over holding a tray with three small bowls on it.
"Daoist Jingde, please have some porridge!"
A single line, inviting the Daoist to have porridge.
Made everyone's hearts rejoice.
From Chairman Jingde's expression just now, how could they not understand that he was blaming them for looking listless and slumping in their chairs?
Now that Miss Yang Ying is offering porridge, once Chairman Jingde drinks it, he should be like them, and everything should be fine, right?
"Thank you, Layman Yang Ying."
Smelling the aroma, Elder Jingde couldn't help but praise the porridge in his heart.
As he took the small bowl from the tray and was about to drink it directly, his movement was interrupted by a voice.
"Wait, Daoist Jingde, please sit down first!" Daoist Xuanqing said solemnly.
Upon hearing this,
A young shrine master next to the old Taoist priest hurriedly moved a chair over, "Chairman Jingde, Master Xuanqing is right, you should sit down and have the porridge."
