The courtyard was planted with laurels, and the fragrance filled the air. It had been a long time since Tao Jing smelled the flowers. She hung around for a while enjoying the fragrance.
The sweet scent lifted her mood. Tao Jing then walked into the house.
She had grown accustomed to serving him lunch at this hour daily over the past one year. The man gave an impression of being lackadaisical. Who would have thought he was such a hard worker. In today's hustle and bustle in the city, only a few young people could focus on their cultivation for a long period of time.
Tao Jing placed the tray by the side. She was about to take away the utensils from the day before when she realized that yesterday's food was untouched.
'Didn't Mo Fan take his meal yesterday?'
Mo Fan ate his lunch every day. He did not eat anything else except his lunch. He basically finished all the food he had for his lunch regardless of the type of food served.