"Certainly!"
The three military officers didn't say anything more, respectfully agreeing to comply.
Yet, after their agreement, they seemed constrained, with no one reaching for the meat.
Chen Yuan casually flicked his hand, and as the three caught it, they bowed deeply, retreated a dozen steps in unison, then turned around and headed towards their brothers. Although nothing was said, their pace noticeably quickened.
Soon, exclamations of surprise could be heard not too far away.
The originally subdued and silent team gradually became more bustling.
Chen Yuan stood in the distance, a gourd appearing in his hand. He uncapped it, took a swig of strong liquor, clicked his tongue, and the corner of his eyes slightly raised.
Beside him, a light chuckle sounded.
Chen Yuan turned his head downward to see Fang Qingzhu's lips curved upwards in a smile.
"Why is Miss Fang laughing?"
