Sometimes, he wished Zhan Jingshu could learn from Murong, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Zhan Jingshu looked happily at Mu Qiuniang, "Master, what about mine?"
Mu Qiuniang calmly drank her wine, "Did you ask me? Why should I give it to you?"
Zhan Jingshu was dumbfounded, "Master, you're too biased!"
Murong raised an eyebrow, "I'm the grandniece of the Great Grandma, of course, she's biased towards me." He was extremely proud.
Zhan Jingshu almost cried, "But, but... Master just said I'd get one too."
Zhan Jingmo saw this and just wanted to facepalm: How could his brother be so dumb? Hadn't their master already said he needed to ask? All he had to do was go over and act cute.
Zhan Jingmo didn't know if these things were really as great as she said, but he'd drunk enough to be certain that the "Yang Chun Fei Xue" in Murong's hands was indeed some good stuff.
