A Kongsang's daily life

I avoided other people and came to an alley.Although the alley is small, there are many people.These people all came for a restaurant in the alley, and I was no exception.

When I walked into the shop, I saw a young man shaking a lupine sitting in the private seat.

"Tai Chi taro paste."

"As expected, you are here." The boy stopped shaking his feather fan, and looked at me as expected.

"What are you... what are you going to do at the Immortal Altar?" He shouldn't be the kind of person who would go to the Altar of Immortals for certain benefits. The altar is divided.

"You haven't eaten yet, come and eat with me." Taiji taro paste didn't answer my question directly, but just clicked the place next to him with a fan.

"This chicken is doing well." Taiji Yamui said suddenly, shaking his fan, "Unfortunately, it's still not as good as those two."

Sure enough, even though he lost his memory, Tai Chi Yam still likes to play riddles as always.

"You mean..." I had already guessed the meaning of the words, just about to say, but he stopped my mouth with a feather fan.

"Okay, I've finished this meal too, Young Master Kongsang, please go back." The feather fan covered half of Tai Chi Yam's face, making it impossible for me to distinguish his expression.He made a gesture of invitation with his hand, obviously wanting to see off the guests.

"...Thank you, sir, for having dinner with me." I got up and bowed with my hands clasped.

"No need to say much, it's just what I should do."