Thinking of the night before, the memories still filled Feng's heart to the brim. He was overflowing with joy.
The blacksmith was daydreaming so much at work, he was destroying more things than he was making properly. Nothing was going to get his mood down though.
Feng was going to marry Tuzi, the lady of his dreams.
As far as anyone was concerned, he was walking on Cloud 9 and was in a complete state of bliss.
"Hey… Do you know what's wrong with Feng…?" a concerned neighbor was asking Ming as they passed by the workshop. "He hasn't stopped smiling the whole day. And laughing to himself. Is he alright…?"
To this, the merchant grinned and responded, "Oh, I'll bet he's alright. Probably had a really great night with that beautiful fairy wife of his, if you know what I mean. Ha ha."
"Ugh… That lucky bastard." The two men walked away from the workshop chuckling.
