Chen Yan hadn't even picked up his first chopstick when he suddenly heard laughter coming from outside the courtyard.
"Shanhe, as soon as I arrived, I smelled the aroma of meat! It seems I came at just the right time!"
Outside the door, Nangong Sheng in wide sleeves, with his clothes flowing, presented the image of a classical handsome gentleman amidst the misty, rainy scene overhead; he indeed had an air of a banished immortal.
Nangong Sheng walked in with large strides, carrying a jar of wine in his hand, his steps light, and in just a few steps, he reached the table and sniffed with his nose: "What a fragrant meat! It seems we have something to go with the wine!"
Saying this, he nodded to Old Wang, who was sitting there holding a bowl: "Old Wang, you've returned from the mountains? Did you bring anything good this time?"
