They say good news invigorates the spirit, and Li Dazhi's face was aglow with happiness, evidently having encountered something delightful.
Today, he did not evade but landed directly in front of the great vermilion doors of Li Ping'an's residence. Just as he was about to knock, the doors swung open on their own.
Behind the door stood Qing Su, an Immortal dressed in a light white robe, who greeted Li Dazhi with a clasped-hands salute.
"I pay my respects to Great-Ancestor."
"Ah, this is all wrong!"
Li Dazhi hurriedly returned the salute, his eyes searching for Li Ping'an as he spoke,
"You are Ping'an's master, we should just each call our own... Where is Ping'an?"
Qing Su stepped aside, saying, "He's cooking."
"Cooking..."
Li Dazhi squinted, his smile broadening.
He knew his son's culinary skills;
They were, without doubt, explosive even by the old Li family's standards.