Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

After giving his instructions, Lin Feng walked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The pavilion was bustling with activity.

The originally spacious pavilion in the middle of the lake suddenly felt crowded with twelve more people, including ten new maids and the siblings Wei Zhaoan and Wei Zhaoyi.

The women sat around the stone table, chatting and laughing, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

Xiao Tao, with her sharp eyes, immediately stood up and offered her seat to Lin Feng as soon as she saw him approaching. "Young Master, please sit here!"

Lin Feng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down in the seat that Xiao Tao had given up.

Xiao Tao quickly took his cup, bowl, and chopsticks and placed them in front of him.

The ten new maids stood aside, watching longingly, but Xiao Tao didn't even have a chance to serve tea and water; she did it all by herself.

Wei Zhaoan's gaze fell on the transparent glasses on the table, his eyes widening in astonishment.

He couldn't help but reach for a cup, examining it closely, turning it over and over, then holding it up to the light, his face full of disbelief: "You...you usually use this kind of cup for meals and tea?"

Lin Feng glanced at him. "Is there a problem?"

Wei Zhaoan choked for a moment, unsure of what to say.

He used to think he was quite extravagant, using porcelain reserved for royalty.

But seeing Lin Feng's cups today, he realized that his own extravagance was utterly insignificant.

This transparent cup is crystal clear and free of any impurities; it is clearly not an ordinary product.

It's practically priceless; you can't buy it even if you want to.

But what about Lin Feng? He had several of them laid out on the table, using them casually, even for eating and drinking, as if they were the most ordinary things.

"Aren't you afraid of breaking it?" Wei Zhaoan couldn't help but ask.

Lin Feng smiled and said casually, "So what if it's broken?"

Why would you leave a cup lying around?

"If it breaks, just get a new one."

Wei Zhaoan remained silent.

At that moment, he truly understood what it meant to be outrageously wealthy.

Can such precious items be exchanged so easily?

Is this even human language?

Wei Zhaoyi had no time to care about cups or anything like that; her attention was entirely on the hot pot.

She carefully picked up a piece of tender mutton, dipped it in the chili oil, and then put it in her mouth.

The next second, she felt completely overwhelmed.

A spicy, stimulating sensation exploded in her mouth, so intense that tears almost welled up in her eyes.

After all, it was my first time eating such spicy food.

She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and fan herself with her hands, her little face turning bright red, looking incredibly cute.

Seeing this, Gu Yu quickly poured her a glass of iced cola, handed it to her, and said with a smile:

"If you just ate, eat slowly first, and drink some cola to calm down."

Wei Zhaoyi took the cup, glanced at Lin Feng somewhat embarrassedly, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, with a slight fizz and sweetness, instantly easing the spiciness.

Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in delight, "This...this cola is so delicious! I've never had it before. It feels like it's dancing in my mouth!"

Lin Feng smiled and casually said, "If it tastes good, drink more."

"Yes, thank you, Young Master Lin."

Wei Zhaoyi whispered, then picked up her cup and took another sip, savoring it carefully this time, her face showing great satisfaction.

The ten new maids standing to the side couldn't help but swallow hard as they watched this scene.

They had never even seen such a delicious hot pot before, let alone eaten it.

And those drinks, in clear glass bottles filled with dark, murky water, actually taste so good.

Just who is this young master?

The hot pot meal took almost an hour to finish.

Steaming hot pot broth with chili oil, tender beef and lamb, smooth frozen tofu, and crisp tripe.

There were also all sorts of vegetables whose names I didn't know, which were put into pot after pot and plate after plate were devoured.

Everyone ate until they were sweating profusely and their lips were red, but no one was willing to stop eating.

It was because of this hot pot meal that the initially somewhat unfamiliar relationship was instantly shortened.

Seeing Lin Feng and Yu Lan chatting and laughing, their relationship was clearly special, and he was overjoyed.

This is the right company to latch onto!

Their relationship has also been upgraded.

Wei Zhaoan went from being reserved and polite at the beginning to being able to put his arm around Lin Feng and call him brother.

The title was upgraded from "Young Master Lin" to "Brother Feng," which sounded much more natural to him.

Wei Zhaoyi gradually opened up and chatted with Gu Yu about fun things from her childhood.

She would occasionally exchange a few words with Lin Feng, her shyness lessened, and her demeanor became more natural.

Suddenly, Wei Zhaoyi let out a burp.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet pavilion.

She abruptly covered her mouth, her face instantly turning bright red, like a ripe shrimp.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at anyone, especially Lin Feng.

Oh no, this is so embarrassing!

If this were in a prince's residence, such a breach of etiquette would certainly result in a scolding.

Her parents insisted on lecturing her for ages, saying, "How can a princess burp in front of outsiders?"

What kind of behavior is this!

Fearing that Lin Feng might have a problem with his sister, Wei Zhaoan quickly changed the subject:

"Um... Brother Feng, when are we going to have hot pot again next time?"

I'll bring more monster meat! I still have plenty stored in my storeroom, all top-quality stuff!

Lin Feng glanced at him and said with a smile, "No problem, I'll call you next time we eat."

He stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Let's go. We've eaten and drunk our fill. Let's take a walk in the back garden to digest our food."

Everyone stood up.

Yu Lan remained seated, pointing to the meat and vegetables in the bowl beside her, "I'm not going."

I still have quite a bit left in my bowl; I want to take it home and eat it.

Lin Feng nodded and smiled, "You can bring whatever you want. If there's anything left in the pot, bring it back too."

Yu Lan then asked Liang Bing to get a food box, and slowly packed the remaining dishes before getting up to leave.

The hot pot meal was a delightful experience for both host and guests.

A cool breeze was blowing in the gazebo in the back garden.

Lin Feng sat on the stone bench and said to Xiao Tao, "Go and prepare the brush, ink, paper and inkstone. I said before that I wanted to give the young master a piece of calligraphy, so now is the perfect time to write it for him."

Xiao Tao nodded and quickly returned to the front yard.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are ready.

Xiao Tao laid out the Xuan paper, ground the ink, and hung several wolf-hair brushes of different sizes on the brush rack.

Lin Feng looked at Wei Zhaoan beside him and asked, "What kind of character do you want?"

Wei Zhaoan scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

His original purpose was simply to get closer to Lin Feng through the matter of asking for the word.

The Prince's Mansion is full of calligraphy and paintings by famous people. There are several genuine works by Zhang Chengwen. He is not short of calligraphy at all.

The word "want" is just a pretext.

But now that Lin Feng has actually asked, he can't very well say he doesn't want anything.

He scratched his head, thought for a long time, but couldn't think of anything good to ask for.

"Brother Feng, you write so well and know so much, just write down any sentence."

The women also looked at Lin Feng expectantly, wanting to see what he would write.

Lin Feng dipped his brush in ink, and with a light turn of his wrist, the brush tip moved like a dragon across the rice paper.

In a short while, two lines of large characters appeared on the paper.

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement."

The earth's nature is receptive; a virtuous person, in accordance with this, carries the world with great virtue.