Little Niu's manuscript made it to the press, as expected, and indeed caused a huge sensation.
Even Huangfu Huazhang, who hadn't chosen "Black Curtain" for days, was sitting at the breakfast table reading the neatly ironed "Black Curtain."
After reading the article, he put down the newspaper and picked up the white napkin to gently press it against the corners of his lips.
Xia Zuo saw this and silently walked in, holding a pot to pour a cup of milk for the gentleman.
Huangfu Huazhang nodded, "This article is really well written. You wouldn't guess it's from a newcomer."
Xia Zuo eyed the milk cup, seemingly uninterested as he asked, "Sir, what do you think of this person's writing compared to Xiong Jie?"
Huangfu Huazhang nodded, "Though it lacks depth, it certainly has enough edge. That's enough."
Xia Zuo bowed slightly, then took the pot and left.
Their conversation faded along with the sweet and rich scent of milk.
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