The lamb was praised endlessly for its deliciousness, and the quail eggs surprised everyone as they were less gamey than ordinary bird eggs.
A hotpot meal stretched from just after sundown until nearly the second watch of the night, a full hour and a half, as the family engaged in leisurely chit-chat about all sorts of topics.
If not for the thought that Wei Ziang had to leave early the next morning, they could have continued chatting.
The table wasn't even cleared yet when the Second Aunt urged Wei Ziang to quickly freshen up and go to bed.
Without even a chance to exchange a few more words with Xiao Mi, Wei Ziang, under the urging of the Second Aunt, reluctantly washed up and returned to his room.
He felt it was still early and that with at least five hours before departing the next morning, it would be enough time.
