One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

First, he took a deep breath of the fresh, post-rain air, and then his eyes immediately lit up like searchlights.

He looked around in circles.

My gaze lingered on the row of ancient Podocarpus macrophyllus trees lining the roadside, and I couldn't help but smack my lips.

"Wow, this Japanese Onmyoji leader is really rich."

As Zhang Chulan helped open the car door, he leaned close to Wang Ye, who was getting out of the car, and whispered in a low voice:

"Old Wang, take a look. That threshold is made of a whole piece of Phoebe zhennan wood."

If you take this back and have a knowledgeable craftsman examine it and make a few bracelets, you could sell it for at least a six or seven figure.

"When we leave, could we bring back some local specialties?"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes when he heard this, his hands in his pockets.

He kicked the stone slab under his feet and reminded him impatiently:

"Old Zhang, we're here as 'guests' today, don't act like we're here to ransack your home, that would be beneath us."

"Yes."

Zhuge Qing slowly walked forward from behind.

Her squinty eyes darted around, and she smiled warmly.

"Chu Lan, be a little more refined."

“The Abe family has a history spanning thousands of years; they value a rich heritage. If you're just focusing on those few pieces of wood, you're being rather vulgar.”

Zhang Chulan pursed his lips.

I was just about to retort with something, to say something about the truth that "vulgarity can be exchanged for real money."

"Alright, you three, stop making a fool of yourselves at their front gate."

A casual, slightly lazy voice came from the car in the middle.

This immediately quelled the bickering among the younger generation.

Zhang Tianyi was wearing a loose-fitting, moon-white Tang-style long gown.

Hands behind the back.

Wearing a pair of cloth shoes with thick soles, he strolled down leisurely.

He didn't even glance at the manor's lavish decor.

He merely glanced up at the gate bearing the Abe family crest, a playful smile on his face.

Behind him.

Chen Duo stood obediently next to Zhang Lingyu, carrying a small backpack.

Feng Baobao was yawning, carrying a large canvas bag that didn't quite suit her style.

What's inside is still unknown.

The group had just stopped.

The two heavy wooden doors of the manor slowly opened to the sides.

Inside the door.

Nobuaki Abe, who had just succeeded to the position of the new head of the family, was standing at the very front, wearing a pure black brocade haori that signified his status as the head of the family.

Beside him.

At this moment, Abe Genji stood with his head bowed in a proper and respectful manner.

Behind the father and son were seven or eight family elders with gray hair and solemn expressions.

This grand display clearly indicates that they had been waiting for a long time.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The moment Zhang Tianyi came into view.

The new head of the family, Abe Nobuaki, led a group of elders who held considerable influence in the world of supernatural beings in the East, and all bowed in unison.

"Master Tian Shu, your presence is an honor to the Abe family."

Chapter 445 The ultimate level of making guests feel at home: Serve a big bowl of meat!

Abe Nobuaki's voice was steady and respectful, his tone full of awe and politeness.

As the head of the family, he knew all too well just how terrifying a calamity the young man before him truly was.

What does it matter if we bow down and admit defeat as long as we can preserve the family line?

The old men following behind kept their heads bowed low, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads and wrinkles.

Today's meal is of great significance.

This isn't a dinner party; it's like walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff.

If this man is dissatisfied, the centuries-old foundation of the Abe family may come to an end tonight amidst thunder and fire.

"You're too kind, Head of the Abe family."

Zhang Tianyi didn't put on airs, nor did he deliberately exert any pressure.

He waved his hand casually, looking exactly like a well-meaning young master coming to visit:

"We're just here for a casual meal today, no need to be so tense. Stand up straight and speak properly, so as not to hurt the backs of these gentlemen."

Hearing this seemingly mild joke, the elders felt even more uneasy.

He could only force a laugh as he straightened up and repeatedly agreed.

"Please come in, sir. The food and wine are ready."

Nobuaki Abe respectfully stepped aside and personally led the way, while Yoshiyuki Abe carefully accompanied him from the side.

The group walked through the winding courtyard and arrived at the main hall, the heart of the manor, where guests were received.

This main hall is also extremely spacious.

The floor was covered with brand-new, soft tatami mats, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

In the center of the room, there was a huge, long, low table.

A dozen or so beautiful maids dressed in traditional kimonos were kneeling in the corner, heads bowed, breathing very softly.

Zhang Tianyi naturally sat in the head seat at the very top.

Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and others took their seats on the left side in turn.

Abe Nobuaki, accompanied by his son and several clan elders, sat nervously in the guest seats on the right.

"Serve the food."

With a wink from Nobuaki Abe.

The maids, like butterflies flitting among flowers, gracefully brought one exquisite dish after another to the table.

Top-quality bluefin tuna sashimi, tempting Wagyu beef, and kaiseki cuisine presented like works of art...

Every dish tastes of money and care.

"Sir, this is my treasured 50-year-old Yamazaki whisky, and also a pure Daiginjo. Which one do you prefer?"

An elderly clansman with gray hair, holding a wine bottle in both hands, approached Zhang Tianyi's table with a fawning smile and tentatively asked a question.

"Daiginjo, please. Something light, something that won't upset your appetite," Zhang Tianyi said, pointing to the wine glass in front of him.

The old man felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

He quickly and efficiently filled a glass, and as he returned to his seat, he secretly wiped his forehead.

The atmosphere at the table, after the initial awkwardness, changed.

After a few drinks, he seemed to gradually show signs of calming down.

Abe Nobuaki and Minamoto Yoshihide also breathed a sigh of relief and tried to find some lighthearted topics to liven up the atmosphere.

But at that moment...

"that……"

A calm, even voice shattered the carefully constructed harmony.

The people who were picking up food stopped what they were doing and all looked over.

Feng Baobao was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, holding a pair of delicate chopsticks in her hand.

She looked down at the few exquisite plates, each no bigger than the palm of her hand, in front of her.

He frowned in dissatisfaction.

Then, he took the dazzling medieval pure gold wine vessel from his canvas bag and slammed it onto the table.

"Your plate is too delicately decorated."

Feng Baobao turned her head and looked at Abe Nobuaki and his son opposite her.

"These few leaves and shredded meat aren't even enough to fill my teeth."

"Boss, could you please tell the cooks in the back to fill this cup with rice, and then top it with that grilled meat from before, and add extra chili?"

"..."

The main hall fell into a deathly silence.

The elders stopped holding their wine glasses, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Using a pure gold antique as a rice bowl?

And it has to be covered with rice and grilled meat?

What kind of beggar's gang eating style is this?!

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan was afraid of losing face for the Celestial Master's Mansion, so he quickly went over to try and cover Feng Baobao's mouth.

“Sister Bao’er! Take it easy. This is a high-class restaurant, it’s all about the ambiance, not the Shaxian snacks downstairs…”