The day of the victory feast.
Countless sheep, chickens, and ducks were slaughtered, drinks flowed freely, bonfires shot up all around—it was tremendously lively.
Ye Qichi was also among the crowd.
Watching the soldiers' revelry.
The joy of winning a battle—indeed, if not personally experienced, one cannot empathize.
"Why aren't you eating anything?" Xie Ruotong asked.
She sat next to Ye Qichi, similarly watching everyone drinking and eating meat, bold and joyful.
"May I speak the truth?" Ye Qichi smiled.
"When have you ever spoken falsehoods?" Xie Ruotong teased.
"The food isn't really tasty." Ye Qichi commented.
The wine isn't very mellow either.
The meat lacks flavor as well.
"Compared to what you make, it's indeed quite lacking."
"Have you ever had fried chicken?" Ye Qichi asked.
"Fried chicken?"
"Suddenly have a craving for it." Ye Qichi stated, saliva flowing.
"If it requires certain ingredients, I'll find a way to get them for you," Xie Ruotong said earnestly.
