Lee Xianwu gazed at the royal official outfit that he was supposed to wear from tomorrow onward. His fingers traced the soft fabric of the robe. "I didn't even deserve this," Xianwu muttered.
"Why, Young Master?" Bong Huan inquired as he placed the tray on the table. He set a bowl of hot soupy tofu noodles and a jar of wine. "The robe definitely suits my master," he asserted with a gentle smile.
Lee Xianwu turned around to face Bong Huan. "I got this because of my father," he stated and sighed.
Bong Huan stayed silent for a while and asked Xianwu to take his seat. Xianwu hummed and settled on the floor chair. He picked up the chopsticks and stirred the soup with it. "Do you want to eat?" he inquired.
Bong Huan shook his head as he politely refused. "I have work outside. I will return soon," he informed Xianwu.
"What kind of work?" Xianwu got curious to know.
