Zhang Yulan's remark completely overwhelmed Yang Fan.
It was straightforward yet somewhat convoluted, and it took him several mental turns to finally grasp what she meant.
"Sister Zhang, my appetite for your cooking has nothing to do with clothes," Yang Fan said with a smile.
Zhang Yulan slightly curved her eyebrows and mischievously smiled, "Are you sure?"
"I prefer inner beauty," Yang Fan said.
Zhang Yulan burst into giggles, "External beauty is the prerequisite for inner beauty, you know. Just sit down, and I'll prove it to you. Clothes are indeed important. If you watched women without clothes all day, after a while, I'm sure you wouldn't feel any impulse, probably just left with some primal instincts."
There was some truth in what she said.
Yang Fan briefly imagined that scenario.
If people didn't wear any clothes outside, indeed, it wouldn't be considered fresh or exciting, and naturally, there wouldn't be much impulse left, probably just some desire to reproduce.
