They had dinner that evening at Old Chen's family restaurant. It wasn't traditional Sichuan cuisine, but rather Jianghu cuisine.
Jianghu cuisine was the kind of novel dish invented on a whim one day by some cunning, unorthodox chef.
Old Chen's previous signature dish was bean curd with loach, braised in chili oil using the Sichuan boiled-style method.
However, that dish had been around for a while, and now the billboard at the entrance had been changed to Big-Headed Pepper Chicken.
Yet, Ye Meng and the other four strolled casually into this major city, though all five of them had subtly altered their facial features to resemble those of Westerners.
"I'm all better now. All the senior medical cultivators have examined me, and Senior Brother Sun specially prepared medicine for me. It's just that I temporarily can't use my spiritual power to confront the heavenly demons. Lying in bed all day, I feel like I'm about to grow mold," Sang Jue said, yearning to go outside for a walk.
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