Feng Fuce was about to speak when a light cough came from the doorway —
"Um, are you guys done? Can I come in?"
Bai Zhi'er, like a startled kitten, instantly bounced off Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce stayed calm, though he looked at Chu Ping with a hint of disdain.
It seemed he thought Chu Ping's timing was off.
Feng Fuce patted his robe: "What's the matter?"
Chu Ping placed the food box on the table.
He smiled and said, "Well, Xiao Mei and I are getting married soon, and according to Xiao Mei's hometown customs, we need to share the 'happy noodles' before the wedding."
"We've prepared a portion for the Marquis and the Princess to taste. Whoever eats the happy noodles will share in the joy and blessings. Unmarried men and women will also find their true love sooner."
Feng Fuce seemed disinterested: "Just leave it there."
He wouldn't eat it.
In this world, only Bai Zhi'er is delicious.
Oh no, it's the lucky fragrance of Bai Zhi'er.
