After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Most of the time on the flying boat was quiet, but when it was time for dinner, everyone came out to eat together in tacit understanding.

There was no kitchen on this flying boat, so they all ate the dry food they brought with them.

And except for Chu Xinglan, everyone used Qiankun bags, which had very little space and had no place to store food.

Even if it is installed, it does not have the effect of preserving freshness.

Therefore, there was a very sharp contrast in everyone’s meals.

On one side was Chu Xinglan's feast of fish and meat, with an unusually rich variety; on the other side, several people were staring at his meal, munching on their own dry rations while enjoying the aroma.

Even Song Ling only brought a box of snacks, which tasted bland in his mouth.

Chu Xinglan looked at these four pitiful guys and pushed his lunch box forward.

"Don't choke, eat together, I brought a lot, enough for us to eat."

Everyone was refusing in the past two days, but today, as soon as Chu Xinglan finished speaking, Han Feiyu threw away the dry food in his hand.

"Xinglan, I won't be polite with you. I've been eating so much dry food these past two days that I'm about to throw up."

Although the others felt a little embarrassed, they all thanked Chu Xinglan in a low voice and came forward to eat.

Everyone even ate very carefully, for fear of wasting even a bit. The rich flavor bloomed on the tip of the tongue, and everyone seemed to be sublimated, immersed in the food and unable to extricate themselves.

While eating, Song Ling said, "I have to have a good meal when I get to Yecheng. I feel exhausted from practicing these past two days."

For the first time ever, Xun Wenguang nodded in agreement.

"Song Ling, today I realized that you are right. People need to eat good food."

Chu Xinglan looked at a group of people who had gained some insights while eating. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't fight with them for the meal and just took out a spiritual fruit to eat.

After everyone put down their chopsticks, Chu Xinglan took out a set of tea from his bell, brewed it skillfully, and poured a cup for everyone.

The overbearing aroma of the spiritual tea shocked everyone. Not to mention that they couldn't normally get access to it, even if they had drunk spiritual tea, it was not as good as the tea from the back mountain.

Before Song Ling went to Cangqiong Mountain, he naturally knew how to appreciate tea from what he had seen and heard in the palace. Li Wen also seemed to drink it often. Han Feiyu and Xun Wenguang were left staring at each other.

Chu Xinglan sensed their uneasiness and spoke without even raising his head.

"Tea is meant to be drunk, no matter how you drink it."

Han Feiyu was a little embarrassed, "I know your tea is good just by smelling it. Isn't it a waste to give it to someone like me who can't taste tea?"

He looked at the small teacup in his hand. It could hold at most two sips of water, but even with that little bit of tea, the spiritual energy inside overflowed and floated above the teacup like a cloud.

Chu Xinglan chuckled, "What's the waste? It would be a real waste if you don't drink it."

Hearing him say this, Han Feiyu stopped being shy and took a small taste.

The tea soup is emerald green in color, with a slight bitterness at first, and smooth and delicate when it goes down the throat. The rich aroma of tea leaves lingers in the mouth for a long time, and finally Han Feiyu actually tastes a hint of sweetness.

Of course, the special thing about the spiritual tea is its unique spiritual energy. After entering his body, Han Feiyu felt refreshed all over, as if all his pores were opened.

His eyes closed involuntarily, completely immersed in this wonderful feeling.

Several people looked at Han Feiyu who was immersed in it, and each of them stared at him as if they had seen something strange.

Song Ling looked at the tea in his hand, then looked at Han Feiyu who seemed to be in a trance, and quietly nudged Chu Xinglan with his elbow.

"Brother Chu, is his tea different from mine? Why don't I want to close my eyes?"

Chu Xinglan glanced at Han Feiyu and whispered in Song Ling's ear: "Because you are not smart enough."

Song Ling: “…”

Li Wen also came over curiously at this time, "Is he about to have an epiphany? Why does he look so much like he is in a trance?"

Chu Xinglan shook his head: "It's not that exaggerated. He just had never drunk spiritual tea before, especially one with such abundant spiritual energy. He was shocked too much and was immersed in the feeling."

"He must have had a hard time before."

Only those who suffer every day will indulge in a little sweetness. Although Chu Xinglan was just guessing, thinking about the southwest place and his attitude towards the Gong family, he felt that it was about the same.

Others understood it immediately, but no one discussed it.

Song Ling changed the subject and asked in confusion, "What happened to Xun Wenguang? He is so poor that he can't even afford to wear pants."

Chu Xinglan glanced at Xun Wenguang again and said calmly.

"Sword cultivators have simple minds and are determined to do things. Naturally, they will not be easily influenced."

"What about Li Wen?"

"She did."

Song Ling felt that what Chu Xinglan said made sense, but he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about him saying that he was not smart enough.

"Brother Chu, how did you figure that out? Do our ancestors still teach us these things?"

Chu Xinglan took a sip of tea before speaking.

"Oh, I'm just guessing."

"!!!"

Chu Xinglan looked at Song Ling's unbelievable expression and couldn't help laughing out loud, his eyes curved.

He suddenly understood why his master always liked to play tricks on him.

It’s really interesting!

Just as Song Ling was about to say something, Han Feiyu opened his eyes with a slightly confused look in his eyes.

"I...what happened just now?"

Especially, except for Song Ling, everyone was laughing. From his perspective, they were laughing at him, which made him even more confused.

"Are you guys laughing at me?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinglan took a deep breath, suppressed his smile, and waved his hand.

"No, we were laughing at Song Ling."

"You don't know what happened to you just now?"

Han Feiyu shook his head.

"So do you feel anything wrong with your body?"

Han Feiyu hesitated for a moment, "Maybe it's just very comfortable?"

However, Han Feiyu soon stopped worrying about it. He looked at his empty right hand strangely.

"Where's my tea?"

Not to mention, no one had noticed this problem just now, but now everyone was looking for it nearby.

Chu Xinglan was also a little upset. This set of tea set was given to him by his master. If Sang Yunqi could give it to him, it must be a good thing. If it was really lost, he would be heartbroken.

Fortunately, I found it quickly, under the table.

It should be that after Han Feiyu was immersed in it, his hands relaxed subconsciously and caused the cup to fall. They were talking all the time, so naturally they didn't hear the sound of the cup falling.

Han Feiyu picked up the cup and wiped it. Seeing that the cup was intact, everyone felt relieved.

"Xinglan, I only took a sip of the cup of tea just now, can you pour me another cup?"