Jin Ruochu said, "Xiaoxue, you're called Xiaoxue, right? I've heard Old Lu call you that."
"Yes, you can just call me Xiaoxue." Feng Qingxue felt that it was her honor to speak face-to-face with the masters present.
"Alright then, I, Old Jin, will take the liberty of calling you Xiaoxue. Xiaoxue, sit down, there's no need to stand on ceremony with us. Faced with this table of fine wines and dishes, we won't be polite to you."
Feng Qingxue found that indeed, no one was being polite.
Even though coming here meant that there was no immediate threat to her life and she wasn't subjected to any mental torment, the food was far from good; it was all simple fare, without a trace of meat. Living in the city before, she used to have pork supplied during festivals or monthly, but now that was completely gone. The old gentlemen were all craving it greatly, and they lacked any scholarly demeanor, eagerly gulping down the wine and feasting heartily right after a few sips.