Gu Yan spoke while puffing out her chest, leaving Tang Yuxiu at a loss to laugh or cry.
He unreservedly mocked, "Dry-fried green beans."
Gu Yan, in anger, tapped his head with her chopsticks.
Tang Yuxiu dodged with a smile, "There's still a method to eating this."
"Just change the chopsticks, don't you deserve a beating!"
"Alright, alright, I was wrong. Let's eat properly."
"Who exactly isn't eating properly anymore."
Young Master Tang helplessly conceded, admitting fault himself, "Alright, it's all my fault, eating like this and being so lively, aren't you afraid of indigestion."
"Hmph, and you're still talking!"
"Okay, I'll be quiet." Young Master Tang served Gu Yan a bowl of pork bone soup, "You're still too skinny, drink some soup."
Gu Yan picked it up, nodded, and took a few sips.
Gu Yan glanced at Tang Yuxiu across the table, wearing a satisfied smile, but her heart seemed to be tightly bound by countless vines, suffocating her.
