After Mo Wenxuan finished singing, he immediately received a fair amount of applause. It turned out that the Scholar could also sing mountain songs as if he were a different person.
Nan Feng had often heard men in the village singing this mountain song. It was the most common and easiest to understand, and the men in the mountains sang it better than Mo Wenxuan; she found nothing to appreciate about it.
She politely clapped, but her gaze never left the duck feet on the table. Once her applause finished, she picked up a duck foot and nibbled it slowly. The braised duck foot was delicious, the skin was steamed until it was tender and easily melted with a gentle bite. Finding it delicious, she picked up another one and put it in Ye Ge's bowl.
Then it was Nan Feng's table's turn.
Mo Wenxuan had a plan in mind, he suggested that Chen Niannian start, but it just happened to be Ye Ge's turn.
