Ling Chunxi's response didn't anger Ling Yichen. Instead, he simply strode straight into the house and walked to the dining area, where he placed an oil paper bag on the dining table.
"Mmm, what is this? It smells great!" Ling Chunxi sniffed the air and took in the fragrant scent pouring out of the oil paper bag.
"Roasted chicken." Ling Yichen replied blankly.
"Ling Yichen. Good person. Long life." Ling Chunxi carelessly abbreviated and recycled her standard compliment for him. The presence of the roasted chicken made her feel much more hospitable than usual so she instructed Aunt Wang to fetch another bowl and a set of chopsticks for Ling Yichen.
Ling Yichen found himself numb to the perfunctory mantra Ling Chunxi used as a means of praise. It seemed to be that so long as one bought her meat, one would be considered a good person. The label, 'good person' was really tacked on too cheaply.
