Brewing Pavilion?
Fang Yu clutched his little money bag tightly.
He's not a novice anymore and knows about the Brewing Pavilion.
That place, to get in and out, you have to be rich or noble; his little money wouldn't withstand waste.
"Look at you being such a miser!" Ding Hui rolled her eyes: "Once I'm done with things here, I'll personally cook for you and make a feast to celebrate."
Ding Hui cooking...
Fang Yu's mouth twitched slightly.
This person is already a mess at her own home, and she still wants to cook?
Moreover, the terms Ding Hui and cooking together conjure images of bloody intestines and organs in Fang Yu's mind, hard to imagine what edible dish she could make.
However, Fang Yu didn't dampen her enthusiasm; with his constitution, swallowing it with eyes closed shouldn't cause any problems.
"Lord Ding Hui..."
Behind them, someone came running urgently, sweating profusely.
Ding Hui sighed.
"I'll go attend to this first."
