"It wasn't that bad. Really, if you don't understand something, you should learn!" Ziwei chuckled, and the awkwardness Qin Fen had caused by derailing the conversation vanished at once. At least he felt pretty good now. Being able to jab at Gouchen was like drinking an ice-cold Sprite in the scorching heat of midsummer—refreshing to the core.
What did that mean? Gouchen knew perfectly well. Wasn't he saying, If you don't understand, don't pretend you do. You're never too old to learn, so quit spouting nonsense. What kind of gathering is this today? A food banquet. What's wrong with talking about food at a food banquet? Don't push your luck and make a big deal out of nothing. Dongwang Gong himself doesn't care, yet you're acting like an anxious eunuch while the emperor isn't worried!
Damn it! Gouchen felt miserable. That bastard Ziwei had actually seized the chance to come after him.
"Perhaps Imperial Lord Gouchen isn't very interested in food," the Northern Dipper Star Lord remarked from the side.
As Ziwei's trusted subordinate, although he feared the Imperial Lords, a lord's humiliation was his servant's death. Ziwei was at a crucial juncture now. After finally turning things around from that awkward moment, he could not afford to drop the ball. Thus, the Northern Dipper Star Lord charged into battle.
Matchmaker Yue wore a strange expression. What a thing to say. Wasn't that basically saying Gouchen had only come to join the fun? If he didn't understand food and didn't even like food, why had he come to join the fun? Since he was merely here for the spectacle, he ought to say less and use his head. No one would think he was mute if he kept quiet.
Damn you! Gouchen felt bitter. He had merely corrected one sentence.