Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked casually: "And who are you?"
The youngster raised his chin and replied with an air of arrogance: "You don't even know who I am? Let me tell you, I am Duan Ye, the Tenth Prince of the Qing Dynasty."
"Oh, Duan Ye!" She answered casually, then looked away and continued eating her chicken.
The youngster was annoyed when he saw this: "You haven't told me what your name is!"
"Just because you told me your name doesn't mean I have to tell you mine."
The youngster stared at the young boy dumbfoundedly. He had wanted to get angry with him, but when he smelt the fragrant chicken, he swallowed and asked: "What are you eating?" As he was speaking, he had already got off the flame lion and headed towards him.
"It's called flower chicken, have you eaten it before?" When Feng Jiu saw him walk over, she tore off the other chicken leg and passed it to him: "Here, try it."
