Hearing the implication in Wang Youbao's words, An Jing was at a loss for words: "..."
Xiao Changyi, keeping a steady expression, put some greens into An Jing's bowl and then faintly called out, "Wang Youbao."
Wang Youbao, who had been eating his radish with his head lowered, immediately looked up: "Hmm?"
Xiao Changyi said, "Eat."
"Oh, right." Wang Youbao immediately put the radish on the table and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.
An Jing thought to herself in silence, "...Compared to her husband, her friend seemed to hold such a low place in his heart..."
Although Wang Youbao was eating his meal, his head hung low again, his pace of eating slowed, and he exuded an air of dejection, again looking so wronged that it was obvious to anyone who saw him.
An Jing was so unsettled that she lost her appetite, but thinking that they would continue working the land in the afternoon and without a full meal, she certainly wouldn't have the strength, she started eating again.
