"Sir, I truly never expected to see you again upon my return. I always thought... I thought..."
Zheng Fan was trying to force out some tears, perhaps because he'd just had a drink, but instead, a loud:
"BELCH!"
Escaped him. As the belch sounded, Zheng Fan immediately bowed his head.
After so many days enduring the desert sands, my acting skills have really deteriorated.
Fortunately, Hui Wenzu paid no mind to this minor detail. He reached out, intending to grasp Zheng Fan's hand, but Zheng Fan withdrew his. Instead, Hui Wenzu found himself taking a roast chicken that Zheng Fan offered.
Hui Wenzu, holding the roast chicken, was momentarily stunned.
Zheng Fan said with emotion, "Sir, you've gotten thinner."
"You're telling me! You're telling me!"
