Early the next morning, Yang Zhen woke up refreshed, smacked the cat, and said, "Let's go for breakfast!"
The cat, whose tail was puffed up, seemed delighted to hear about food. Its fur smoothed out and its tail began to wag. It walked out to the water, dipped its head in, gargled a bit, shook the water off its head, and meowed at Yang Zhen, "Kid, what are we having for breakfast?"
Yang Zhen was in the middle of freshening up and mumbled a response so low even he didn't hear it. The door to the courtyard was then pushed open.
Wang Meiling stood at the entrance, smiling faintly, and proposed, "How about having the Wanhua banquet?"
"Eh?" The cat excitedly ran over to Wang Meiling's side, nodding repeatedly without any sense of dignity. It asked, "That's great! When are we going to eat?"
Yang Zhen wiped his mouth and stepped out to ask, "When are we leaving?"
"We leave as soon as we finish eating!"
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