The moon and stars hung high as the night breeze stirred, and in the grass outside the courtyard, crickets chirped loudly.
Meanwhile, Wu Lan was dexterously lighting a small piece of Ai Zhu while rubbing her stomach and strolling around, mumbling to herself:
"Tantan, was it too casual to feed Princess in front of them tonight? There weren't many pieces of meat in her bowl; after they leave, she won't complain and make us return the dog, will she?"
As she spoke, she regretted, "If only I had known, I would have served them a couple more bowls of rice. Don't they say, 'he who eats your food becomes shorter in words'?"
Song Tan chuckled: Serve more?!
They ate until their bellies were round and then chewed on two hawthorn pills, walking around the courtyard for over half an hour before they dared to drive off.
If they had had another bowl, they wouldn't have been able to leave tonight and would've needed to visit Doctor Xiaoguo for an acupuncture session to aid in digestion.
