Seeing Yang Chuxia staring wide-eyed, Yang Qingtong instinctively tensed up, "No, sister, I misspoke." Then he took a step closer, grabbing Yang Chuxia's arm and pleading, "Sis, I want to eat at your house tonight. You don't know how bad the food is at the academy. I haven't had meat in a month, really!"
"Back in our day, our family couldn't afford to eat meat even once a year." Yang Chuxia gave him a sideways glance, "Little brother, you've only gone without meat for a month, and you're already complaining?"
"Hehe, sis, times have changed." Yang Qingtong blinked his beautiful eyes, "When there's meat, eat meat; when there's grass, eat grass. We must adapt to the situation. We must endure hardship when it's time for hardship, but not when it's not. Only a fool would do that."
"Haha..." Yang Chuxia laughed, "You sure have a lot of twisted logic. Fine, you can eat at my house tonight. The mothers are still making osmanthus cakes."
