The two went to the side hall to have breakfast. Lu Jianxi's servant brought over some steaming hot porridge and steamed buns. She smiled and said, "Conditions here are indeed this rough; I hope Long San doesn't look down upon it."
"I don't eat much anyway, and I prefer light food. Normally, I just like to drink tea," Long San picked up a steamed bun and slowly began to eat, all the while looking at Lu Jianxi.
"Don't you know that it's very impolite to keep staring at a lady?" Lu Jianxi also grabbed a bun and began to gnaw at it with big bites.
"Don't you think that if a lady is being looked at by a man, it precisely indicates that the lady is beautiful? If I didn't look, that would be a problem with you," Long San's tone remained calm, gentle, and even serious.
That's why many ladies in Jianghu couldn't forget him—it was because Long San always spoke to the ladies with great admiration, something he probably wasn't even aware of himself.
