Chapter 977 - 976: Facing the Impostor: Mr. Nalan’s Decision

Jing Zhichen gulped and gave her a completely unexpected answer:

"This item... has a quota. Not everyone can use it, so it’s not sold on the market."

Qin Xin: "How do you get a quota?"

Jing Zhichen: "Become a mentor, or... family heritage inheritance."

"Pfft." Qin Xin almost spat out her tea.

Is this world too advanced or too backward?

A bunch of powerful superhumans.

Even the entrance exam is such a brutal supernatural test.

The gate guards are all high-IQ robots.

But, buying a phone requires inheriting the ancestors’ heritage??? Owning a phone has become the ultimate privilege?

If Ao Xinghao, Song Anjing knew about this, they’d probably laugh to death.

Jing Zhichen helplessly continued explaining, "After all, the primary task of superhumans is to increase spiritual power and cultivate abilities. Too many electronic devices disrupt their cultivation and distract them, hence the rules prohibit people from commonly owning phones."

Qin Xin: "..."

So, people like her, "ordinary people," still prefer the ordinary world.

Without comparison, there’s no harm. She never felt that the world she once lived in was so dazzlingly free and precious; the empire never restricted the citizens from owning anything legal that doesn’t harm others!

Seeing Qin Xin’s disapproval, Jing Zhichen handed over his phone, "Miss Lan, if you need it, feel free to use mine."

Qin Xin: "Let’s... talk later. Let’s eat first."

Qingtuan had already served the first dish.

It was a basket of jade dumplings, exquisite and beautiful.

Qin Xin felt a bit hungry and proactively picked one up to eat.

But, despite the dumplings looking so good, they tasted particularly bland.

Hmm, is there a chef worse at cooking than her in this world?

However, Qin Xin still politely adhered to the principle of not wasting food and ate it in small bites.

The second dish.

Golden-threaded bitter melon soup.

The third dish.

Mushroom steamed pumpkin.

The fourth dish.

Kombu stewed tofu.

Qin Xin: "..." Is this a vegetarian restaurant???

However, the food presentation was genuinely exquisite; if this were in Imperial City, it would probably be a five-star presentation level—though the taste is at most one-star.

"The canteen food is quite unique," she took a deep breath and buried her head in eating.

Silently reciting a thousand times: don’t compare the chefs here with Mr. Nalan and Master Tuantuan; comparisons would be very hurtful.

Jing Zhichen saw her eat, sighed in relief, picked up chopsticks, and began to eat slowly, with refined and practiced movements, as if he’s used to eating these dishes.

Nearby, the pageboy Qingtuan listened to Qin Xin’s evaluation, his lips twitching: Miss Lan, you don’t know, our young master painstakingly had our Jing Family’s chefs make this fresh and send it over from miles away; of course, it’s unique and delicious.

If it were the canteen’s food, only vegetable and tofu soup, you definitely wouldn’t be able to stand it.

Also, this quiet and elegant environment is specially arranged by our young master for the canteen to clear the area.

Forget it, forget it, the young master forbids me from saying... but it’s stifling me.

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Imperial City. Late night.

Nalan Ye Jue suddenly woke up from his dream again!

This time, he was in the study, and Qin Xin wasn’t sleeping beside him.

But Qin Xin appeared in his dream.

In the dream, she called him repeatedly on the phone, but he couldn’t answer...

Cold sweat formed a thin layer on his forehead.

In the quiet air, his breathing was distinctly audible: she needs him, she must need him very, very much now!

A decision must be made.

He suddenly stood up.

[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! The young master is going to take action, hehe]