"Jiangnan is a great place, the land of abundance."
Lin Jinlong's eyes sparkled as he heard this: "A favored gathering place for cultured scholars."
Lin Jinpeng chimed in with a smile: "Filled with poetry, song, and elegant refinement."
"And the singing girls are beautiful, with their soft Wu dialect, delicate and beautiful..."
Not wanting to be left behind, Shitou mimicked and made a show of holding up his orchid finger.
As expected, he was met with a chorus of disdainful gazes from his brothers.
"This guy, at it again."
Wang Meng rolled his eyes at Shitou with contempt.
"Before we set off, let's celebrate our little birthday boy's birthday."
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly and fondly ruffled Lin Yixuan's hair.
"Happy birthday, you ten-year-old little youth."
As if they had all agreed beforehand, the brothers wished him well in unison.
"Here comes the noodles, delicious chicken soup noodles."