The master and servant both smiled at Lin Wanrong. The servant stared at Lin Wanrong's short hair, as if wanting to laugh but holding it back, his small face turning red.
Lin Wanrong naturally understood that this lad was mocking his short hair. However, seeing the lad's petite and cute appearance, he couldn't bear to see him uncomfortable. He waved his hand generously and said, "Little brother, if you want to laugh, go ahead. Don't make yourself uncomfortable."
Hearing Lin Wanrong not addressing him as "young master" or "brother," the handsome lad was quite surprised. However, the cute lad, without any reservations, burst into giggles while looking at Lin Wanrong.
Her voice was crisp, and Lin Wanrong found it quite feminine. He had read novels about women disguising themselves as men, but after carefully examining the chests of these two individuals, which were flat and even, suitable for landing Boeing 777s and Airbus A380s, he doubted whether they were women. Could it be they cut off their chests? Lin Wanrong found it hard to believe, so for now, he would treat them as men.
However, these two were unbelievably attractive. Lin Wanrong couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy. Were they imported goods from Thailand?
Although he wasn't sure if Thailand existed in this era, Lin Wanrong involuntarily shivered and unconsciously moved closer to the shore of Xuanwu Lake.
Seeing Lin Wanrong silent for a while and his gaze constantly wandering over them, the handsome lad felt somewhat annoyed.
When Lin Wanrong finally realized and hastily raised his head, he called out, "Brother, what's the matter?" However, his gaze remained fixated on the chest of the handsome lad.
Not used to being addressed this way, the handsome lad was about to speak when he saw Lin Wanrong's gaze still fixed on his chest, seemingly playing with something.
Despite his inner fury, the handsome lad could only glare at Lin Wanrong, as if wanting to devour him.
With Lin Wanrong's thick skin, he was unfazed, keeping his gaze fixed. He looked at this lad – his chest – and the lad blushed white and red, unable to speak.
"You, what are you looking at?" The handsome lad couldn't hold back, but the guy beside him couldn't help bursting into laughter.
Lin Wanrong was amused; after all, what was he studying in detail? After contemplating for a while with no results, he decided to treat them as goods from Thailand. Fortunately, Lin Wanrong had visited places like Bangkok and Yangon several times, so he wasn't averse to these things. He then looked up at the handsome lad, saying nonchalantly, "Brother, what did you call me for?"
Now standing side by side at the edge of Xuanwu Lake, in the eyes of outsiders, they looked like two literati discussing poetry and painting. Only Lin Wanrong knew the truth: literati? More like jackals.
Seeing Lin Wanrong's address returning to normal, the handsome lad's expression improved. He nodded and asked, "Brother, may I inquire about your place of origin?"
Lin Wanrong's gaze fell on the handsome lad's face—translucent, delicate, like a sparkling jade inviting contemplation. Lin Wanrong swallowed involuntarily, thinking, "Oh my, the south not only produces beautiful women but also these extraordinary androgynous creatures."
The handsome lad blushed under Lin Wanrong's intense gaze. He didn't speak but stared at him, irritated.
Lin Wanrong's face was thick-skinned enough to be unaffected; he continued to gaze, and the handsome lad's face turned red. Unable to speak, he glared at Lin Wanrong, as if trying to devour him.
"How does a young man like you have such elegance, relying on talent without arrogance? It's much better than those so-called romantic talents," the handsome lad said disdainfully, watching those young gentlemen flaunting their literary skills by the lake.
"Oh?" Hearing this, Lin Wanrong was puzzled. Although he had been here for just over a month, from what he had seen, people in this world valued literary talent over martial prowess. Those who excelled in writing were highly appreciated, and all examinations were based on essays. As long as one wielded a pen well, there was great potential in this world.
But why did this handsome lad, with his extraordinary literary talent, harbor prejudice against these attendants?
Yet these remarks from the handsome lad were flattering and well-timed. Lin Wanrong enjoyed it, thinking, "If this lad were in my previous company, he'd surely be a great salesperson."
"You're right, I'm not a romantic talent; perhaps I'm more of a scoundrel poet." Lin Wanrong chuckled inwardly.
"Jiangnan has a reputation for talented men and beautiful women throughout history. Jingchu, although possessing talents, is slightly inferior in terms of quality and quantity," Lin Wanrong said modestly.
"Quality? Quantity?" The handsome lad frowned, finding these "new terms" a bit difficult to understand.
"Oh, to put it simply, it means the level of excellence and the amount," Lin Wanrong explained, sweating on his forehead. Explaining these concepts to people in this unfamiliar world was somewhat challenging for him.
The handsome lad nodded, glanced at him, and smiled, "Brother, your explanation is truly unique. I've never heard such things before."
When the handsome lad smiled, two dimples appeared on his face, and Lin Wanrong couldn't help but tremble inside.