Half an hour later, the two of them returned to Yuelai Inn.
The hotel attendant busily served exotic mutton and lamb offal soup and other delicacies from the Western Regions to the table.
Aya curiously picked up the chopsticks. Although she had never used these dining tools before, as a strong person, this kind of small matter naturally did not trouble her. After using them a few times, she adeptly grasped the knack.
"Aren't you eating?"
Aya looked at Fang Zhou, who sat outside the dining table.
"No need, you eat."
Since advancing to the Innate realm, Fang Zhou hardly ate anymore. Even if he did eat, it was mostly light food like fruits. He no longer consumed anything too greasy.
Seeing that Fang Zhou wasn't eating, Aya did not insist and started using the chopsticks herself.
Fang Zhou previously only knew what it meant for a writer's pen to be guided by the gods; now, he saw for the first time what it meant for someone's chopsticks to be guided by the gods.
