Even though Mingzhan is a mute, he is quite good at making people laugh.
Feng Jingqian liked this way of writing on the palm of his hand. Only the two of them knew what was written, and there was no need to maintain that kind of high and mighty dignity. It was okay if it was a little out of line.
Feng Jingqian sent Feng Cheng out for tea. Mingzhan suggested that since it was still early and not yet time for dinner, he ordered the kitchen to prepare fresh venison, cover the charcoal basin with a fine iron mesh, and grill it.
The aroma of meat filled the house and spread three miles away.
Feng Jingqian smiled and said, "It's better with wine."
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