It's rare for Wu Hen to be home these past few days, awake for even longer periods, which has put Yu Yi in an exceptionally good mood. She wanted to make some delicious hometown food for her son and that dusky Little Dragon.
Little Yi seemed to perk up at the sound of Yu Yi's voice, like a little coal-black cat scampering into the kitchen.
Oh, Little Yi, you're such an easygoing soul.
You only start thinking about food after a full sleep!
"Mom, it would be great if we could have some pork knuckle, steamed fish, tea cakes, and flower pastries. Arrange the plates to look nice." Wu Hen responded.
"You silly child, why do you always think of eating these? These are foods for immortals!" Yu Yi said, a little annoyed.
"I've done some wrong things recently. Could you pray for me and see if there's an immortal passing by who might help me out?" Wu Hen said.
