114 Spinster Party

That evening's dinner was unexpectedly lavish.

It was literally laid out as though the table legs might break, and served cafeteria-style.

The Namgung Clan's martial artists, however, didn't seem surprised in the slightest and ate as though it were only natural, so I suppose they really did take good care of the meals here.

White rice, boiled chicken, clear soup, meatball soup, boiled meat slices, grilled fish, mountain greens, bamboo shoot porridge, steamed fish, and duck.

They were all dishes commonly seen on the Third Floor as well, but every single one had a distinctly bland taste.

Perhaps they used a little less seasoning.

In any case, it was the sort of meal that made me feel healthier.

“You eat really well, don't you? I thought I'd be eating something like Bigu Pellets.”

When I asked Namgung Hwaryeong, who had sat beside me to welcome the guest and eat with us, she gave a snort of laughter.

“You need to eat well to train properly. People don't flock to the Namgung Clan for no reason. Didn't you see all those people gathered by the roadside on your way here?”...