Wang Xuan pondered how long it had been since their last contact. Ling Wei had given him this number during their sophomore year, insisting he memorize it. But by the end of their junior year, their communication had almost ceased entirely. 1

He knew that coming to New World would likely lead to intersections and reunions, as many familiar classmates were there, making casual gatherings inevitable. However, he hadn't expected Ling Wei to take the initiative to call this time.0

Wang Xuan was slightly dazed, staring at his phone. It rang three times before he could react, and then it suddenly disconnected.0

"Professor Lin, Old Wang, dinner's ready! Two ingredients, six ways to cook them, you're about to taste the craft of a culinary genius!" Qin Cheng called out eagerly.0

Wang Xuan glanced at his phone, put it away, and quickly joined the others.0

Qin Cheng, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, had eagerly prepared the meal. Professor Lin, who didn't drink alcohol, had gone to fetch some for them.0

The ingredients were few, but Qin Cheng had prepared a full table of dishes, looking quite lavish.0

"Black chicken and golden mushroom soup, come and smell this aroma; it's so rich it could probably reach the New Moon. I bet even my master can smell the savory scent. But he'll just have to enjoy the aroma, considering monks don't eat meat!" Qin Cheng said jokingly.0

The black chicken was merely a garnish. Opening the clay pot lid revealed golden mushroom slices bursting forth with splendid halos and a spiritual mist. The aroma was so enticing that one couldn't help but want to immediately dive into a bowl of it.0

Professor Lin, setting down a bottle of coarse grain-brewed Goutai wine, couldn't hide his amazement. The ingredients were glowing, and the fragrance was so strong that just looking at them made one's mouth water. This would have...0