บท 67: Poisoned Dinner?

As they sat around the dining table, the aroma of Xu Feng's freshly prepared dishes filled the room, mixing with the comforting scent of steaming rice. The steam rising from the food carried with it the promise of a delicious meal. 

The atmosphere was cozy and calm, a contrast to the earlier chaos in the estate.

Xuan Jian was clearly in his element, savoring the spicy flavors of the dishes. The lamb stew, in particular, seemed to tickle his taste buds just right, and he couldn't help but take one bite after another with enthusiasm. Not even pausing for Xu Feng's reply, he was more focused in the delicacy in front of him.

Xuan Yang, on the other hand, while focused on his meal, the curiosity in his eyes was apparent. He might not be as vocal as Xuan Jian in expressing his appreciation, but his steady consumption of the food spoke volumes about his enjoyment.