Shen Hao now likes to fill his belly before drinking whenever he sits at the table. He picked up this habit from Jiang Cheng—at first, it seemed strange, but now he's used to it.
By the time Shen Hao had finished his fifth bowl of rice, whistles and applause broke out below, with more people calling for "Ning Le's House".
"Looks like Ms. Zi Yi is about to show up."
"Ning Ziye? She's really your senior fellow apprentice?"
Lian Xiang nodded, smiling: "Yep, Ms. Zi Yi is three years older than me and joined our master four years ahead of me to study music. We all chose the zither, but later, because I was limited in talent, I stopped advancing and left our master early. Ms. Zi Yi learned until she graduated—and now she's founded her own branch, everyone admires her."
