“Miss Jiu’er.” Everyone who saw that it was Feng Jiu’er greeted her one after another.

“Miss Jiu’er said, do whatever you want to do.” Long Shiyi said with a smile.

“Eldest Brother, don’t think we don’t know—you love drinking the most. Today all of you can get drunk, I’ll just have a small taste, is that alright?”

“Eleven, you said it yourself.” Long Qi raised his bowl and tapped it against Long Shiyi’s bowl.

“I did say it.” Long Shiyi looked toward Long Yi, “Eldest Brother, hurry up! Dawdling like this doesn’t suit you.”

“Everyone drink, I won’t drink today.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand. “Whatever you want to eat, just have the servants bring it over.”

“Miss Jiu’er, long live!”

Amid everyone’s cheerful laughter, Long Yi also stood up.

This was the first time Feng Jiu’er had seen the scene of all twelve brothers raising their cups at the same time.

They each always had their own duties and rarely gathered all together.

Long Shiyi drank a full bowl of wine, then turned back: “Miss Jiu’er, won’t you eat with us?”

“Xiao Tian, prepare more sobering soup. Drinking too much is also hard on the body,” Feng Jiu’er instructed.

“Yes, Jiu’er.” Xiao Tian, who had been standing behind Long Qi all along, bowed slightly.

“I’ve already eaten, you all go ahead.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand and turned around.

“Xiao Tian.” After Xiao Tian had walked a few steps toward the door, Long Qi turned back and called out.

“Brother Long Qi, what is it?” Xiao Tian stopped in her tracks.

“Is there any more pork knuckle?” Long Qi asked.

“I’ll go check,” Xiao Tian replied softly.

“Good.” Long Qi nodded and withdrew his gaze.

“Miss Jiu’er, Long Qi and Long Shiyi both have fiancées, why don’t I have one?” Long Er poured himself another bowl of wine.

He seemed to have already had quite a lot to drink, and without turning around, he assumed Feng Jiu’er was still there.

“What fiancées?” Long Shiyi raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t have one either,” Long Qi said, taking a bite of pork knuckle.

“Isn’t Xiao Tian yours?” Long Er took a gulp of wine and glanced at Long Qi and Long Shiyi.

“And that girl, Xing’er or whatever her name is, isn’t she a match with Long Shiyi?”

Hearing this, Feng Jiu’er stopped walking and turned around.

She watched Xiao Tian’s retreating figure and felt a bit comforted in her heart.

Xiao Tian had once said she liked the humorous and witty Long Qi. It seemed the two were getting along quite well.

“Long Er, you haven’t had too much to drink, have you?” Long Yi glanced at Feng Jiu’er, who was walking back, and took the wine jug from Long Er’s hand.

“You’re the one who’s had too much!” Long Er snatched the wine jug back.

“Eldest Brother, don’t think I don’t know—you and Gong Xinyue have been making eyes at each other?”

“Eldest Brother, is that true?” Long Wu’s eyes went wide. “If that’s the case, then aren’t you and Eleven brothers-in-law?”

“Fifth Brother, Second Brother is drunk!” Long Shiyi said with meat still in his mouth.

He looked at the meat in his bowl, and when he raised his eyes, they met Feng Jiu’er’s gaze.

“By the way, Miss Jiu’er, why hasn’t Xing’er come back yet?”

“So you do know how to care about her?” Feng Jiu’er’s lips curved slightly.

“No, that’s not it.” Long Shiyi scratched his head, his face reddening a bit more. “It’s just that I remembered this is her favorite dish, so I was just asking.”

“She’ll be back soon.” Feng Jiu’er shifted her gaze and looked toward Long Yi.

“Not just Xing’er—Xinyue will be back soon too, along with many of the girls from my Tianji Hall.”

“In a place where there are more monks than porridge, if you have someone you like, you’d best claim them early, or you’ll regret it.”

“The war hasn’t even settled yet, how can we speak of romance?” The most bookish Long Ba set down his bowl and sighed lightly.

Long Wu shoved him and said, “Why not? Are you as busy as Lord Yu?”

“Lord Yu is about to become a father, and you yourself aren’t good-looking—who can you blame for that?”