Hong, who had been engrossed in his meal to the point of having a swollen mouth, cast a brief downward glance.
"Um, Brother, those clothes are quite splendid. Where might we can find one procure attire like that?" he inquired.
Fei Er raised his teacup, giving the young man's attire a cursory appraisal before returning his gaze.
"What's so remarkable about it? Your wardrobe far surpasses that."
Hong lifted his eyes, an air of innocence in his gaze.
"Really? But I don't possess anything like that. The footwear is also quite appealing. Where could he have obtained them? Father, would it be permissible for Hong to acquire garments of that sort?"
Bai Hu attempted to look down, although his response wasn't entirely clear.
"We can discuss this matter with your mother once we return home."
Hong puckered his lips.
"Father is not very fun at all."
