Tiqie Mansion.
Tea House.
The Far Moon Commander stood on the corridor, with the tea room behind and a lush courtyard in front.
"You haven't contacted me for a month, now you've finally returned my call..."
Holding his phone, Tiqie Xianzuowen spoke in a deep voice, his right eye scar twitching with each word, making his face appear even more frightening.
A clear laughter echoed through the phone.
"After the culinary battle, I needed some time to digest, there were many things to handle."
Xia Qing's voice carried a tone that seemed to slightly disperse the dark clouds.
"Oh?"
Tiqie Xianzuowen was shocked, "Did you really engage in a culinary battle? Was the news that stirred up the global culinary world really true?"
"Could it be fake?" Xia Qing laughed as he retorted, "This time, my battle reclaimed many things that belonged to the Xia Family, but it's still not enough. I need more accumulation!"
The Far Moon Commander was silent.
