No sense of propriety.
Thinking this, Feng Xueye lightly coughs and says, "Third Brother!"
At this call, a response comes, "Elder Brother, here."
Turning his head, Feng Xueye sees Feng Xuewen sitting in the thatched pavilion he built.
At this moment, Feng Xuewen holds a scroll in his hand, with a stone tea table in front of him, and a pot of tea and two cups on the table.
Feng Xueye says, "Third Brother, I'm very busy, if there's nothing important, don't come looking for me, you really don't do any good, just cause trouble."
Feng Xueye walks into the pavilion, Feng Xuewen says, "Elder Brother, have a seat."
Feng Xueye looks disdainfully at the stone stool, rubs it with his hand, and says, "Get to the point if there's anything, I have a lot to deal with!"
Feng Xuewen pours a cup of water for Feng Xueye, saying, "Elder Brother, don't rush, it's been a while since we brothers have had a leisurely chat."
