"Ahahahah, hahaha," Xu Feng's infectious laughter filled the air, a joyous sound that reverberated across the estate. His unrestrained delight echoed through the silence, reaching the far corners of the lush surroundings.
Meanwhile, Bai Mo sat with a patient expression, the humor not completely lost on him, but he didn't find it funny. His features, usually serene, were now adorned with a pout that seemed almost out of place on his face, a contrast to the cheeriness that enveloped Xu Feng.
Momo looked like a certain Poke*on. He looked like a pouty little Jiggly Ru*f. This thought sent Xu Feng into another spiral of laughter before calming down.
The peacefulness of the pavilion returned, except for the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant melodies of birds. The servants, efficient and silent in their movements, returned with a tray laden with a variety of Donghua dim sum—delicate rice dumplings, a variety of nuts, and small but simple pastries that tempted the palate.
