“The fish soup is here!” Little Sea walked up with a smile, carrying a stone pot in her hands. Qin Yu noticed the eyes of the ship’s cultivators on him, but didn’t place them in his heart.

She put down the tableware and lifted the lid. “Taste it. What do you think of the flavor?”

As the milk-white fish soup entered his throat, it was incomparably tasty. Qin Yu gave her a positive thumbs up.

Little Sea smiled blindingly.

A table of dishes, a pot of fish soup, all of this was cooked by Little Sea. In truth, the flavor was much better than what Qin Yu imagined. He hadn’t had a proper meal in a long, long time. He let loose and continued eating until sweat formed on his forehead.

After eating until he couldn’t any longer, Qin Yu laid down his chopsticks and let out a long breath, “I’m full.”

Little Sea had already prepared the tea. She put down a cup in front of him. Qin Yu wasn’t polite; he drank it down in one gulp.

He laid down the teacup and thought for a moment before saying, “I’m sure many things have happened in these past years. If you don’t want to tell me then I won’t ask. But,...