"Let her in."
Qian Renyue put away the handbook on the table and turned to Little Phoenix. "A guest is coming. Are you sure you want to squat there munching on a peach?"
"Fart-eat?"
Little Phoenix shared a telepathic link with Qian Renyue, so even with his back to her, he could sense that she was talking to him.
Little Phoenix, who was munching on his peach, turned to look back blankly. He held the half-eaten peach in his hand, juice smeared all around his mouth, and asked in bewilderment, "Master, what's fart-eat? Is that what this thing is called? Why does it sound so strange?"
"..."
Qian Renyue was speechless. She stood up and pulled Little Phoenix to his feet. "This thing is called a peach. It has another name, 'peach,' not 'fart-eat.'"
Then Qian Renyue couldn't resist adding, "Fart-eat? Do you eat farts?"
She reached out and brushed the dust off Little Phoenix's clothes, looking him over from every angle. His outfit just didn't look right to her. It was wrinkled, the style was outdated, and even the lining had yellowed.
Seeing the distaste on his master's face, Little Phoenix instinctively looked down at his clothes.
Mm, they really are a little old.
After carefully sizing up Little Phoenix's build, Qian Renyue said, "I don't have any clothes here that would fit you. I'll buy you some new ones in a couple of days."
"Mm, okay."
Little Phoenix nodded and giggled. "Hehe, I knew you treated me best, Master!"
"I just don't want you making me lose face," Qian Renyue replied mercilessly.
"..."
Little Phoenix: So much for getting excited!
"Still, do you have a name?"
Qian Renyue asked as she rummaged through a cabinet. She took out several bags of tea leaves and a brand-new tea set,