Fu Ye said.
He Yu froze for a moment, then was overjoyed. She hurriedly called for the waiter to bring more bowls and chopsticks and add more dishes.
Mo Fan jolted upright and rushed to serve tea and pour water before the waiter could, fawning as though he were a different person.
Mu Bai watched Mo Fan's shamelessly flattering display, the corner of his eye twitching as he silently looked away.
Fu Ye did not put on any airs.
He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and ate at an unhurried pace. Liu Xian and Liu Ru were still standing, so he placed some food on small plates for them and gestured for them to sit and eat.
The two women exchanged a glance, then obediently sat down, though neither picked up her chopsticks.
The atmosphere gradually relaxed.
After several rounds of wine, Mo Fan's chatterbox opened again.
He vividly recounted the process of searching for Zhang Xiaohou, naturally leaving out the part where Liu Ru tore the Great Corpse General apart.
He instinctively felt that could not be mentioned.
Zhang Xiaohou listened quietly, occasionally adding a few details.
Although his memories had returned, the blank ten days remained a mystery.
He only remembered receiving the mission to head to Yangyang Village. Then everything went black. When he woke again, he was already in Luohua Village, unable to remember anything.
He Yu held his hand sympathetically, unable to bear asking further.
As Zhou Min listened, she suddenly let out a soft sigh.
"I really envy you all," she said.
"Mo Fan is already a powerhouse nominated for the national team, Xiaohou has found his footing in the military, and Sister He Yu's cultivation is advancing rapidly. Only Mu Bai and I are still wasting away at Ancient