"The south wind knows my thoughts, blowing my dreams to the West State." This verse came to mind for Lu Xun.
This poem originated from the Southern and Northern Dynasties, but unfortunately, the author is unknown.
"This verse seems quite fitting now." He looked at Lu Yu before him, musing to himself with a warm smile.
Xiao Long Bao, as always, was familiar and at ease, her mouth never ceasing during the meal.
Her lively chatter was a great help to Lu Xun.
Since he had decided to take things slow and approach Lu Yu in a different way, having someone like Xiao Long Bao around actually lessened his efforts.
The meal was finished quickly, with Lu Xun not consuming much. Most of it was eaten by the two women.
He could tell that the dishes were to Lu Yu's liking. She ate conservatively, but her chopsticks never stopped moving.
