No one expected Yu Shu to take the bowl, pour the pickled vegetables into the porridge, pick up the chopsticks, sit on the ground, and gobble it down.
While eating, he also praised, "This is great, eating cold porridge in the sweltering heat is refreshing."
Li Sanjiang frowned, wanting to persuade him further, but the man had already devoured a large bowl of porridge in the blink of an eye, so Li Sanjiang could only say, "Wait for Mr. Yu to digest first, and then we can..."
"Mr. Li, I've eaten my fill." Yu Shu stood up, handed the bowl and chopsticks back to Aunt Liu, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Mr. Li, as per tradition, have the ancestors of the main family been invited for blessings before performing arts at the door, do you have them?"
"We don't have ancestral tablets, but we do have plenty of immortal portraits."
"Then please take me to pay respects."
"Please."
