"Is this chicken chanterelle?" Xie BiAn tasted something in his rice and excitedly asked Fan Wujiu.
"Mm." Fan Wujiu nodded, eating his rice in big mouthfuls.
"It's really... It's been so long since I've had such amazing chicken chanterelle. The last time I ate..." Xie BiAn fell silent, smiled, shook his head, and then continued eating.
They had been Ghost Messengers for who knows how many years, and now to still reminisce about the feelings from when they were human, that must be what's called nostalgia.
Fan Wujiu ate his rice without a word, but smiled after seeing Xie BiAn at ease.
To him, having a restaurant where they could once again enjoy fine food was a blessing, so there was nothing else to ask for.
However...
Fan Wujiu glanced once more at the front entrance, then continued with his yellow-braised chicken rice.
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