"Come in and talk."
"Thank you, Lord Zheng."
Fan Zhengwen arrived,
and upon entering,
he brightened Zheng Fan's eyes.
It wasn't because his wife, Lady Man, was particularly beautiful. After all, Siniang often accompanied him, and Lord Zheng's resistance to women's charms was quite strong. The constant rumors outside were actually baseless.
The key was Fan Zhengwen himself; he truly was handsome, with a kind of charismatic handsomeness.
Not frivolous, calm, and cultured.
A man, if he can make another man with normal sexual orientation think he is handsome, is truly handsome.
As for Lady Man, she was passable, demure, not stunning.
"Lord."
"Sit, have some tea."
"Yes, thank you, Lord Zheng."
Siniang poured the tea,
straightforwardly and crudely,
drawing the cooled tea directly from the basin into the washed cups, one for each person, three cups in total.
Fan Zhengwen held the cup and smiled:
"Daze Fragrant Tea, drinking it this way, carries a unique taste."
