C18 Delicious Porridge

A young man emerged from the inner courtyard.

Jee Faang was taken aback as suddenly four more people appeared before him.

They were all standing by the front door, waiting respectfully. Upon his arrival, each of them greeted him with a smile. The Immortal Cultivators of this world certainly had high standards, even going so far as to pay a visit to a mere mortal.

He greeted Duan Rou, "Miss Duan, please come inside."

"Young Master Jee, I've come with my parents this time to thank you for the calligraphy you bestowed upon me previously," Duan Rou explained.

Duan Tongxuan and Zhou Ruo offered Jee Faang warm smiles.

"The calligraphy I wrote before wasn't very good. I had intended to rewrite it. No need for thanks, let's go inside and talk," Jee Faang chuckled.

So, they were interested in my calligraphy. I hadn't realized her parents were also connoisseurs of the art.

Jee Faang didn't dwell on it. Even as an Immortal Cultivator, one can have personal hobbies, and his calligraphy and chess... had indeed reached the pinnacle of mastery.

"It's truly an intrusion," Duan Tongxuan said with a respectful nod.

"Young Master Jee, I am Rou's Senior Sister, and I've come to visit you as well," Bai Ningjun said, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"Please, come in."

Jee Faang was delighted. Another beautiful friend had come into his life. After twelve years since his transmigration, his fortunes seemed to be looking up.

He made the four guests comfortable on the vine-woven chairs and large sofa in the backyard, though he hadn't yet had the chance to place any fruit on the coffee table. "I've just finished preparing breakfast. Would you care to join me?"

"That won't be necessary," Duan Tongxuan and the others declined.

The simple breakfast of a bowl of porridge and a dish of pickled vegetables was modest, yet irresistibly fragrant. Still, no one dared to accept for fear of possibly offending Young Master Jee.

"Um, may I have a bowl?" Duan Rou asked Jee Faang, a touch of embarrassment in her voice.

"Rou, haven't you already had breakfast?" Zhou Ruo gave Duan Rou a stern look.

It was just a bowl of plain porridge. Why was she so quick to accept his offer? She could have it every day at home. It seemed the young lady was starting to act thoughtlessly.

"Rou!" Duan Tongxuan spoke with severity.

At that moment, Duan Rou believed her parents had surely forgotten how, after merely sipping a cup of coarse tea at Young Master Jee's last time, she had achieved a breakthrough in her Foundation Establishment.

Observing Duan Rou with her head bowed and lips pursed, Jee Faang found it quite amusing.

"It's just a simple breakfast, no worries. If you enjoy it, feel free to come by anytime." He nonchalantly ladled a bowl for Duan Rou.

Duan Rou swallowed hard and took a seat beside Jee Faang.

As she received the porridge, Duan Rou examined the rice grains, which were translucent and glossy, surpassing even the imperial rice in refinement.

Noticing that Duan Rou was just looking and not eating, Jee Faang offered her a piece of carrot, saying, "Breakfast is pretty basic, so please don't be put off. Go ahead and eat."

"Hmm, what's this?"

"These are vegetables from my own garden. They're very healthy."

Duan Rou glanced around, puzzled by the barren vegetable patch. She wondered why there were no vegetables in sight but chose not to inquire further.

She lifted the bowl and took a delicate sip.

As it touched her palate, it was incredibly smooth, a warmth spreading through her body.

It was utterly delicious!

Duan Rou realized that the porridge was made with the same spiritual water she had used for tea last time.

Eagerly, she encouraged her father and mother to taste it. "Father, Mother, please join me. This porridge is excellent."

She didn't mention the spiritual water outright, merely hinting at it.

"Just enjoy it yourself and keep it down," Duan Tongxuan said, feeling awkward and wishing he could disappear.

After all, they were from a noble lineage, and Duan Rou's behavior seemed as if she was unaccustomed to worldly experiences.

With her parents declining, Duan Rou didn't hesitate any longer.

As she tasted the pickled vegetables, her mind was completely overtaken by the joy of eating.

The three people seated beside her shifted uncomfortably.

Duan Tongxuan and Zhou Ruo's faces turned a shade of green.

Could a simple bowl of porridge be so delicious that it has Duan Rou savoring it with such gusto?

Is it really that remarkable?

Yet, the aroma is indeed quite enticing...

Could this porridge actually taste as good as it smells?