Zheng Fan sat down in the chair. He was quite fond of this style of chair used by the Wild People. It was spacious, large, and very sturdy. Although it didn't pay much attention to detail, it was comfortable to sit on and lean against.
The Blind Man quietly peeled an orange. Facing Xiong Lie, he asked,
"Want an orange?"
"No, no. You eat it, Mr. Bei."
"Oh, if you're not going to eat, then why are you still standing here?"
"Yes, yes, I shall take my leave. I shall take my leave."
Xiong Lie bowed and departed.
After he left, the Blind Man finished peeling the orange and offered it to Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan shook his head, saying, "I'm still more accustomed to Siniang feeding me."
"Hmm, that's a task I cannot undertake."
"Good. You definitely shouldn't force yourself."
"Hehe, My lord, by tomorrow night, this city will be yours."
"I'm not too worried about that."
