Zhao Liulang, in a fit of annoyance, kicked Liu Huan, and everyone started laughing and joking. Feng Zongping took out a knife, sliced off a piece of meat, placed it on a plate, and gave it to Zhou Man before looking at Zhou Liulang, "Come, you are the hero today. Which piece do you want?"
Zhao Liulang snatched the knife and cut a piece for himself, sprinkled a handful of salt over it, took a bite, and his eyes lit up, "Not bad, meat I hunted myself tastes the best."
Feng Zongping turned and pulled out another knife, and everyone gathered around to join in.
Manbao ate what was already prepared, nodding slightly, indeed delicious.
After taking a bite, Zhao Liulang asked, "Is the little imperial grandson safe and sound?"
Manbao nodded, "He's doing quite well."
Zhao Liulang sighed in relief, "Last night, my father was so happy he opened two jars of wine. Even when I withdrew twenty taels of silver from the accounting room early this morning, he didn't mind."
