"My uncle sent me!"
Feng Dema puffed out his chest at the mention of this.
"My uncle said getting a permanent civil service position would make it easier to find a wife!"
The thermos in Lu Ming's hand wobbled, and he nearly lost his grip.
He hurriedly set it on the table, then lowered his head at an extremely unnatural angle and began furiously scribbling on his score sheet, suddenly developing an intense academic interest in the paper.
Wen Ning's expression remained unchanged. He was used to it. Let it all burn.
He even had the composure to pick up his teacup and take another sip.
But Lu Ming noticed that Wen Ning's hand was shaking as he held the cup.
"Oh?"
Wen Ning set down his teacup, his tone perfectly calm.
"What else did your uncle say?"
Feng Dema thought carefully, then started counting off his uncle's advice on his fingers.
"My uncle said a Heavenly Court civil service job is secure for life. Rain or shine, you get paid. As long as you don't make any major mistakes, you can keep working there forever."
"Mm, nothing wrong with that."
"My uncle said the staff cafeteria serves three meals a day. There's immortal dew in the morning, four dishes and a soup at lunch, and even an overtime meal at night."
Lu Ming muttered under his breath beside him.
"That's true enough. Does this guy think about nothing but food?"
"My uncle also said..."
Feng Dema's expression suddenly grew solemn, as though he were about to discuss a major issue affecting the nation and its people.
"There aren't many women of marriageable age along our river, and I don't have any skills worth bragging about, so the girls aren't interested in me. But my uncle said things would be