The two of them turned their heads at the same time. Not far away on the deck, Duan Ling sat grilling meat, turning skewers in his hands. Grease dripped into the charcoal, making a SIZZLING sound.
A moment ago, they had been so absorbed in the scenery that they hadn't noticed him grilling. Now, the rich aroma of grilled meat wafted through the air, and they both suddenly felt ravenous.
They swallowed and hurried over.
Duan Ling handed them each a freshly grilled chicken leg.
Ouyang Zhenzhu accepted hers without ceremony and immediately dug in.
"Thank you, Junior Minister Duan," Zhi Wan said.
"No need to be so polite, Cousin Zhi Wan." Duan Ling shook his head with a smile. But when he turned and saw Ouyang Zhenzhu wolfing down her food, the corner of his eye twitched. He said disdainfully, "Ouyang Zhenzhu, you don't have a single shred of a well-bred lady's grace."
"And you certainly have the bearing of a scion from a noble family," Ouyang Zhenzhu shot back.
