“Present, present, present,” Fei Liu pestered Lin Chen all the way back to Su House after they successfully captured and dealt with Qin Banruo, and Lin Chen, of course, ignored him all the way to the house; but Fei Liu was nothing if not persistent, especially when it came to things he wanted, and things he wanted from Lin Chen.
When they finally arrived at Su House, Fei Liu’s endless chant of “present, present,” became a wide-eyed, delighted, “Present?” once he spotted the huge – really, worthy of being number 1 on a Langya List of Baskets if there was one – basket filled with plums in the middle of the courtyard; when Lin Chen threw his hands up in utterly mock exasperation and grumbled an affirmation, Fei Liu’s eyes became stars as he attempted to dive into the basket.
“They’re sweet plums, but you can still only have ten a day, at most,” Mei Changsu called from inside the house, barely even bothering to look up from his book.
Nirvana in Fire
When they finally arrived at Su House, Fei Liu’s endless chant of “present, present,” became a wide-eyed, delighted, “Present?” once he spotted the huge – really, worthy of being number 1 on a Langya List of Baskets if there was one – basket filled with plums in the middle of the courtyard; when Lin Chen threw his hands up in utterly mock exasperation and grumbled an affirmation, Fei Liu’s eyes became stars as he attempted to dive into the basket.
“They’re sweet plums, but you can still only have ten a day, at most,” Mei Changsu called from inside the house, barely even bothering to look up from his book.