"It's a deal!"
As if afraid he'd go back on his word, Ye Yunfeng immediately nodded.
"You promised me yourself!"
Feng Zhang felt like he'd been put in check.
Looking at the triumphant expression on the boy's face, he felt inexplicably annoyed.
"Are you that confident your sister will agree?"
He was only thirteen, after all—still just a boy. Could Ye Chutang really rest easy letting him go to the border?
But a bold smile played on Ye Yunfeng's lips.
He said,
"My sister knows my heart. Of course she'll agree!"
...
It was dusk by the time Ye Yunfeng got home.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard Ye Chutang giving instructions to a servant.
"Stew the crystal pork knuckle until it's extra tender. A Feng likes it that way."
Warmth spread through Ye Yunfeng's chest.
He hurried forward. "Sister! I'm back!"
Ye Chutang was gathering some herbs that had been left to dry in the sun.
"Did you get everything done?"
Ye Yunfeng's steps faltered for a moment.
