Well. Zishu had told his ancestor he was welcome any time. Only partially because he knows how his husband 'loathes' the man.

But coming in for breakfast to see the man sitting, apparently waiting despite there being a bowl of food right before him has him a little concerned. He knows how much the immortal loves his food.

And ginger and ginseng tea? His eyes narrow just a little as he studies the man, wondering. His gaze moves to his husband, as it always does, silently checking the other over for signs of any attack - and finding none, thankfully.

So he nods to them both and takes a seat at the table, raising a brow.

"Ancestor Ye, what brings you this morning?"