The Way of Spiritual Journey

The two old women Chunyan hired were excellent cooks. With just a little guidance from Li Lang, three large bowls of garlic lobster were quickly placed on the table, looking and smelling delicious.

As for the taste, you'll have to try it to know.

Everyone sat upright, looking at Li Lang, and Li Lang also sat upright, looking at the lobster.

Li Lang remembers clearly that the most delicious lobster he had ever eaten during that era was in Wuhan.

That May, when the lobsters were at their fattest, Junjun from Wuhan extended an invitation. A whole table was laid out with lobsters of all kinds—garlic, steamed, braised—and beer was chugging...

Junjun is young, wealthy, and incredibly loyal—a true man of character.

There's just one bad habit of his: when he drinks too much, he likes to call for companions. That night, he even managed to get several flight attendants he knew to keep him company. They were all impeccably elegant, and then they set up a chessboard and played a game of chess, spending the whole night without a sleep...

"Hehe, I've gotten off-topic." Thinking of this, Li Lang couldn't help but smile slightly. "Actually, having a habit of calling people out is a good thing. I'll have to go to Wuhan for crayfish sometime."

Li Lang shook his head, came to his senses, and, ignoring everyone else, reached out, peeled a lobster, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, that's the taste." Li Lang nodded, a satisfied look on his face, then picked up his glass, downed it in one gulp, and exclaimed, "Refreshing!"

"Brother Lang, is it really that delicious?" Seeing Li Lang's intoxicated expression, Wolong, who had been hesitant to take a bite, began to waver and asked weakly.

"Eat it or not, what are you talking about?" Li Lang didn't have time to pay attention to the fat man. His hands and mouth didn't stop moving. He wished that no one else would eat so that he could finish eating first.

Seeing this, everyone still hesitated, after all, they had never eaten this before, and it looked ugly and disgusting.

"Mmm, that feels good!" At that moment, a discordant voice suddenly rang out, and everyone looked over to see that it was Feng Chu.

Fengchu was making smacking noises with a look of ecstasy on his face. He imitated Li Lang, raising his cup and drinking a mouthful of sweet wine.

Then Fengchu stopped talking and suddenly quickened his movements, reaching into the lobster basin.

Everyone's eyes lit up immediately; this was promising.

"Let's do it!"

Chunyan was the first to act. She gave a wink to her two maids and then gave a clear shout.

The maids were quick-witted; without the slightest hesitation, all four of them worked together to snatch a bowl of lobsters in the blink of an eye, and then the five women went to another table.

"Is that even possible?" The men were dumbfounded.

With a loud "whoosh," since the women had made the first move, the men didn't care about anything else and the scramble for the prize started instantly.

"I never imagined this stuff would be so delicious. I must catch some and bring it to the palace so the Princess can have a taste." Chunyan's hands and mouth were covered in oil from eating, but she couldn't stop thinking about the Princess. "Hey, you two little girls, eat slowly. Nobody's going to take it from us."

"Yes, yes." The two maids nodded repeatedly, but their hands and mouths did not slow down at all; in fact, they seemed to speed up.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Is this how you fight over food? You don't lift a finger when catching shrimp, but you eat them like starving ghosts. How can you be so shameless?"

On the other side, Wolong, whose hand speed was not yet up to par, was carried in a basin by the crowd. Because he was too fat, he couldn't squeeze in and cursed angrily.

The crowd ignored Wolong's insults and continued to eat shrimp.

Seeing this, Li Lang just smiled, knowing he had a whole bowl of shrimp to himself and no one would dare to take it from him.

"Hehe, Brother Lang, let me pour you some wine." Wolong smirked as he approached Li Lang and poured him some wine without saying a word, but his eyes remained fixed on the bowl of shrimp on the table.

"Hey, hey, it's all over the table." Li Lang rolled his eyes when he saw Wolong spill all the wine on the table. "Alright, stop pretending. Call those three over too."

Those three refer to Zhu, Shi, and Wang, who were sitting to one side. These three were still outsiders, so they dared not act too presumptuously.

Of course, if they really went too far, they would end up not getting any food. Sure enough, seeing Wolong approach Li Lang, the three of them stared intently at him, their eyes filled with fervent anticipation.

"Hehe, my brother still loves me the most." Wolong chuckled cheekily, then turned and beckoned. The three men's eyes lit up, and they scurried over.

"Burp!" Having enjoyed the shrimp and wine to the fullest, Wolong let out a satisfied burp, seemingly remembering something. "Brother Lang, do you still stand by what you said during the day?"

"Which question are you referring to?" Upon hearing Wolong's question, Li Lang inexplicably became more vigilant. He knew that this fat man, though seemingly honest, was actually quite cunning.

"You said you'd take us to some fancy food tonight." Seeing that Li Lang was pretending to be stupid and clearly didn't want to admit it, Wolong raised his voice a few decibels, taking advantage of the alcohol.

As soon as Wolong raised his voice, the men whose battle was nearing its end immediately stopped what they were doing and all looked in this direction.

"That's right, we heard that too." The eyes of Fengchu and the Four Heroes clearly conveyed this meaning.

"Haven't we already started eating meat? What else do you want?" Li Lang asked, looking at the empty shrimp bowl.

"That's not what I meant, I meant..." Wolong's fat face turned bright red, and despite his best efforts to argue, he couldn't bring himself to say the last few words.

"Hehe, that's not what you're talking about. Then which is it?" Li Lang chuckled and asked in return.

"Sigh, never mind, I don't want to talk about it anymore." Wolong was taken aback by the question and could only sigh in the end. It was really not good to talk about this kind of thing too directly.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Li Lang didn't want to dwell on the matter any longer, so he stretched and got up to leave.

"Hey Fatty, how about we go somewhere else for some drinks and entertainment?" Shi Butong asked thoughtfully at this moment.

"What's the point of just drinking?" Wolong blurted out as he watched Li Lang leave, still reeling from his disappointment.

"That's interesting. Let's go to the Cloud Pavilion. I know that place well. I guarantee I'll arrange everything perfectly for you." Zhu Huaiyu seemed to understand what Wolong meant. Places of pleasure are places that men secretly yearn for after drinking.

"Then, shall we go take a look?" Wolong seemed interested.

"Go on, call the brothers, let's move on to another place." Sure enough, seeing Wolong's expression, Zhu Huaiyu was delighted, knowing that he had guessed correctly. This was nothing, was it?

So the men put their arms around each other's shoulders and left together.

"What are they trying to do?" Chunyan asked casually, puzzled.

The old woman next to him leaned close and whispered something in his ear.

"Pah, no man is any good." Chunyan blushed and cursed in disgust.