"Yes, Young City Lord!" Feng Yan, upon hearing this, lowered his head, placed the ginseng soup aside, and said.
Feng Xiaoyao directly picked up the ginseng soup, glanced at Feng Yan at the doorway, and then went into the courtyard. Right in front of Feng Yan, he poured the ginseng soup into the flower bed. Feng Yan was startled upon seeing this and lowered his head guiltily...
Feng Xiaoyao watched as the flowers and plants withered instantly from the ginseng soup, and he coldly smirked, saying, "Feng Yan, so these plants can't drink the soup?"
"Young City Lord, y-yes!" Feng Yan replied tremulously, looking at Feng Xiaoyao's back.
"Hehe, so that's it. It's the first time I've learned this. Tomorrow, have these useless plants replaced! Lest they can't even take a bowl of soup..." Feng Xiaoyao said as he leisurely paused beside Feng Yan.
"Yes, Young City Lord!" Feng Yan said with his head down.
