My, my.
Song Tan looked around, Xin Jun was all steady and composed, and Zhang Yanping a typical school kid—the atmosphere at the dining table was positively rippling with undercurrents!
Let them fight, let them fight! [bushi]
Then they heard Qiaoqiao speak up loudly, "I've got it, 'Fang' goes better with 'Yuanming Garden' in the compound word!"
There was silence at the dining table.
Zhao Fangyuan snorted and looked at Zhang Yanping with a smile that wasn't quite a smile: "I won't say who's the illiterate one here."
Zhang Yanping: ...
He then found his spot and sat down with a plop, and far from being annoyed, he sighed loudly instead, "Ah, eating so well every day has made me fat."
Zhao Fangyuan: ...It's hard not to be envious.
And looking at the abundance of rich dishes before her, she also couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks, then cast a cautious glance at Zhang Yanping.
A moment later, she looked away with a shiver and made up her mind secretly:
