Yelu Caiyun personally cooked a table full of her signature dishes for Yang Xiao. These dishes were ones Yang Xiao had never tasted before, and he couldn't stop praising them.
Yelu Caiyun also brought out a jug of wine, and began drinking with Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao didn't refuse, and the two of them chatted back and forth, eventually finishing the entire jug of wine.
Bing'er was happily eating beside them, her mouth greasy, exclaiming that it would be great to have such a feast every day.
Yelu Caiyun laughed and said:
"Sure, you and Uncle can live here, and I can cook for you every day."
"Really?"
Bing'er giggled, turning to look at Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao, already slightly tipsy, patted Bing'er's head and said with a smile:
"You little glutton, you should be content to enjoy such a meal occasionally. Sister Caiyun is not your cook."
Yang Xiao, full and satisfied, took Bing'er and bid farewell.
It was still early, and Bing'er held Yang Xiao's hand.
