Zhao Hanzhang paused, picked up an egg for him, and Fu Tinghan, sitting to the side, also turned to glance at Wang Xuan, similarly giving him an egg, "Eat more."
Wang Xuan looked at the two of them, feeling somewhat moved. There were only two eggs left in the bowl, and he had eaten most of the good dishes this evening.
Wang Xuan: "Speak up, what happened in Jingzhou that made my uncle send an envoy to find me from so far away?"
