"Of course, I made it." Fu Zhen stretched her body and pointed to the plate, "Go ahead and try it!"
Pei Zhan put a piece of that fish into his mouth.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Fu Zhen leaned her head over.
Pei Zhan looked at her, slowly swallowed that piece of fish, then cleared his throat and nodded silently.
Fu Zhen said, "You don't have to lie to say it's delicious. At most, it's not bad. But I'm still grateful you're giving me face."
She poured him some wine: "I heard you just came back not long ago. What military report came from the northwest? Is it serious?"
"It's not related to us, but we can't be careless either."
Pei Zhan recited the military report he heard in the Qianqing Palace, then seamlessly transitioned to talking about his and Liang Chen's endeavors to find King Yan and other matters.
After that, he reached out with his chopsticks to pick up another bite of her fish.
