He also figured it out, Fifth Brother was throwing a tantrum.
"Not eating? Fine, let him be hungry."
She calmly picked up her chopsticks and took a few bites of the fragrant steaming rice.
On the other side, Yue Ning got up and sneaked up to the door, pressing his cheek against it and eavesdropping on the noise outside.
Dong Huiying's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't soft either, and he heard it, which immediately filled him with anger.
Hmph, as if he coveted that!
"Gurgle gurgle..."
He was startled, then gloomily covered his growling stomach—he hadn't eaten in the morning, and now he had nothing to eat for lunch.
His lips pressed downward, feeling aggrieved.
If he couldn't eat, then so be it, he thought with a sense of defiance!
After patting his rumbling stomach, he rolled back into his own bedroll, but, oh, he was so hungry, unbearably hungry; he desperately wanted rice, meat, vegetables... that Fierce Old Lady was so mean!
