"Ake, this is our last chair."
Ground-Breaking Tianxing pointed to the last remaining chair in front of the table, her face looking fierce, while Ake, sitting in the corner of the tin house, holding a leg of a chair and eating it like he was chewing on sugarcane, looked up at her with a frightened expression, just like a dog being scolded.
"Alright, alright, stop looking at me with that face. How many times have I told you not to eat the chairs anymore? I saved some food for you."
With that, Ground-Breaking Tianxing opened the rice cooker, which was filled with white rice that was still warm and untouched. Although there was only white rice, a single Huotuichang, and a bit of pickled vegetables, it was definitely better than a chair.
"You eat the food," Ake pointed to the rice cooker, then to himself, "I eat the chair."
