No one dared to speak.
The atmosphere grew even heavier.
Only Zhu Xie stood up, glanced briefly, and noticed that what Li Guanyi had in his bowl was the same as what he was eating. His curiosity finally overcame him, and he spoke in slightly awkward Central Plains dialect: "Why don't you eat something better?"
"If we achieve a great victory, we can enjoy better things."
"Roast lamb, beauties, fine wine."
Li Guanyi succinctly replied, "Poor."
The fierce warrior Zhu Xie choked, unable to catch his breath.
Li Guanyi laughed heartily: "Just joking, we do have money for food. It's just that currently there's not much grain, and from army to civilians, everyone should be treated equally, besides..."
Holding the porridge with meat, he paused, then smiled reflectively:
"The things I want to eat, I used to see them every day—and now I can't."
"They're not here."
Zhu Xie looked at him, not understanding what he meant.
Li Guanyi asked: "By the way, what's your name?"
