"Hahaha, not bad, not bad. You are all good guys. I didn't expect that although you look skinny and skinny, your martial arts are quite good." The Third Prince stepped forward and slapped Tunan on the shoulder, his admiration evident in his words.
Fengming was speechless in the back. She felt like a crow must have cawed over her head just now. How could you praise someone like that? Third Uncle, you are really bringing shame to the royal family.
"Your Highness, thank you for your praise. I only know a little bit. The young prince has a solid foundation from practicing since childhood and is even better." Tuanan paused for a moment after being slapped by the third prince, but still answered with a smile.
The Third Prince was about to reach out and pat Feng Xiyun's shoulder again, but Feng Xiyun was quick-eyed and dodged it with a twist of his body, saying, "Third Uncle, please don't. You have such a strong hand. Please spare my nephew."
Fengming smiled secretly. Although she had never personally felt the Third Prince's pat, her cousins and brothers had all been patted.
The Third Prince was born a military general, with extremely strong hands. He loved to bully the younger ones, and would slap them with his big palms. If someone could withstand his slap, he would naturally look up to them. Now he liked Tu Nan even more.
Feng Xiyun had been photographed by him several times and had learned her lesson: she would dodge whenever she saw him raise his hand.
"Haha, it's rare that Xiao Ming'er is here today, and we're lucky enough to meet such an outstanding young master like Tu Nan. Why don't you stay at the mansion and have dinner with us?"
"Hey, hey, hey, Third Uncle, there's me too. Can't I have a name?" Feng Xiyun started to make a fuss when he didn't hear his name on the invitation list.
As a result, this time he failed to dodge the Third Prince's big hand and was slapped so hard that his teeth were bared. The Third Prince still smiled and said, "You have your share. Uncle San may not be short of your food."
"Haha, haha" Feng Xiyun grinned foolishly.
The Third Prince looked at Tunan again.
"Then I will respectfully obey your command and accept it."
So the Third Prince finally looked at Fengming with anticipation. Originally, Fengming didn't want to have dinner at the Third Prince's house. Every time she had dinner with the Third Prince, he would always take a lot of dishes from her and she would eat until she was full.
But Tunan has accepted the invitation... Well... Just eat for the sake of beauty, you won’t get fat anyway!
"Okay, then Uncle San, you have to instruct the kitchen to prepare your best dishes."
"Okay, I know you're picky." The Third Prince's daughter's wish was fulfilled. He smiled heartily and couldn't help but ruffle Fengming's hair, then led the three of them out of the martial arts field.
The Third Prince, though a man of few words, was attentive. Seeing that Feng Xi and Yun Tu Nan were feeling unwell after their fight, he sent someone to take them to wash and recuperate, while he himself took Feng Ming to see the gifts prepared for her. By the time they had recovered, the servants had already prepared lunch and invited them to join him.
It was spring, and the meal was arranged in the Shuhuai Pavilion in the garden according to Fengming's preferences. The breeze brought the fragrance of flowers, which made her feel better.
The four of them sat down one by one, but no one started eating despite the delicious food on the table.
After all, Tu Nan was the guest and could not move first. Feng Xiyun was under the pressure of his uncle and sister, so he felt embarrassed to move even though he was hungry. The Third Prince, who was both the host and the elder, should have started eating first, but he looked at Feng Ming with a flattering face, and his daughter-loving eyes had nothing else in them.
Helpless, Feng Ming had to pick up his chopsticks and put a stack of five-spice sandalwood smoked beef into the Third Prince's bowl: "Third Uncle, please try this beef. Chef Yan made it specially according to the recipe I sent you last time."
The Third Prince, who finally got what he wanted, picked up his chopsticks with a satisfied look on his face and said, "Okay, okay, I knew that Xiao Ming'er cared about me the most. Xiyun and Tunan, don't be polite. You don't have to be so formal in front of your Third Uncle."
Fengming just pretended not to care about the Third Prince’s self-satisfaction. There was no point in arguing with a middle-aged daughter slave.
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