"Oh, by the way, I'm planning to make you a lighter armor. When roughly are you leaving? I can plan the time accordingly." Ye Muyu asked as she helped him straighten his collar and belt.
"In about ten days, I guess."
"Alright, I'll hurry."
"Ah, it's getting late. Let's go have dinner."
When they arrived at the main hall, Chu Ziluo was also there.
The kitchen staff steadily brought out dinner. The mutton hot pot was steaming, filling the house with white smoke, and the radishes inside had already absorbed the rich broth.
Next to it were some side dishes that were prepared earlier, piled up to cover half the table.
There were also a few small dishes ready to be eaten.
The lamb ribs had been roasted to a golden, crispy perfection, placed prominently on the table. Even Chu Ziluo couldn't help but lick her lips: "Mother, roasted lamb ribs, we haven't had these in a long time."
