"In the courtyard, having breakfast," Housekeeper Sun asked.
"Still having breakfast…" Mu Nan glanced at the sky, it was already late in the hour, why were they still having breakfast?
Filled with curiosity, Mu Nan and the others followed Mu Hanyan to Qu Shanling's courtyard.
On a table over three feet wide, laid out with chickens, ducks, fishes, and meats - some roasted, some fried, some stewed - and right in the center, there was a golden, glistening roast suckling pig. Qu Shanling sat behind the table, his left hand holding a roast chicken and his right a pig leg, stuffing his mouth with a bite from the left and then a bite from the right as if his life depended on it.
The sunlight poured down, making his hands shine with grease, and his old face was also smeared with oil, giving him a somewhat younger appearance.
"Master Qu, hadn't you said you needed to bathe, burn incense, and fast for a few days?" asked Mu Nan, staring dumbfounded.
