The villagers watching the performance went back to their homes for meals.
Pu Xingsheng and the others haven't returned yet, so the lunch was split into two tables.
Li Sanjiang and others ate at one table, and the funeral band ate at another, with some distance between them.
Run Sheng munched on a flavorful bite while shoveling rice.
In between clinking glasses of wine with Xiong Shan, Li Sanjiang leaned down and asked Run Sheng, "Is the food made by Marquis Lihua tastier than that from Ting Hou?"
Run Sheng nodded, "Yeah, it whets the appetite better."
"Haha!" Li Sanjiang burst into laughter, "Marquis Runsheng, you've become a connoisseur too."
Embarrassed, Run Sheng looked up and popped a grain of rice from his lips into his mouth.
Li Sanjiang took another sip of yellow wine, "Little Yuanhou, do you remember the first time you met Marquis Runsheng? He, along with that Shan Pao, came with their belts loosened, stomachs deliberately empty, hahaha!"
