"Let tell you, when I was young, my family was poor. We had to pick special days just to have a bun. I grew up tough; it’s not as luxurious as you describe. Plus, when I’m busy at work, going hungry for a day or two is common. It’s not like you rich kids living so extravagantly."
"......"
Feng Liyan listened intently to Bai Yi’s words, his hands resting on his legs subconsciously clenched slightly, his gaze fixed on Bai Yi’s face, lost in thought.
"Don’t look at like that. I can’t imagine the life of you rich people, but we poor folks have our own kind of happiness." Bai Yi said with a smile, finding Feng Liyan to be quite... sentintal.
At this mont, he seed like a caring person.
"I’m not pitying you."
Just feeling sorry.
"I’m not so rich person either."
Bai Yi chuckled but said nothing.
"Do you want to grow taller?" Feng Liyan noticed Bai Yi’s earlier comnt, so he asked.
"Of course, don’t girls these days all like guys your height? If I could grow as tall as you, my parents wouldn’t worry about finding a wife." Bai Yi joked.
Feng Liyan frowned slightly, his expression changing a bit, and finally said sowhat unhappily, "Your height now is just fine."
Bai Yi shrugged and didn’t reply.
Soon, the waiter ca over with two bottles of mineral water and so beer.
Bai Yi picked up one of the bottles of mineral water, opened it, and began to wash Feng Liyan’s tableware, asking as he did so:
"Do you drink beer?"
"No."
"I knew you wouldn’t drink that, and you’re even less likely to drink those colored beverages." Bai Yi said, putting the other bottle of mineral water in front of Feng Liyan.
"You clean freaks must find life pretty tiring, huh."
"......"
Feng Liyan looked at the tableware Bai Yi had washed for him with water but said nothing.
After a dozen minutes, the hot pot base and side dishes arrived. Bai Yi beckoned Feng Liyan to start eating but saw that he didn’t know how to begin.
"...You... haven’t had hot pot before?"
"I..." It’s not that I haven’t had it, I just haven’t seen it before.
Seeing Feng Liyan’s reaction, Bai Yi knew he had guessed right.
He smiled, put down his chopsticks, reached over to take Feng Liyan’s chopsticks, and started preparing food for him, teasing:
"It must be tough for a young master like you to lower yourself and eat this with ."
"I’m not a young master."
"Alright, alright, you’re the boss." Bai Yi placed so cooked vegetables in his bowl.
"Here, try it, you might find it tasty."
Feng Liyan took the chopsticks from Bai Yi, glanced at the vegetables in the bowl, and then looked at Bai Yi.
Unable to resist Bai Yi’s expectant gaze, Feng Liyan picked up the vegetables and ate them.
"How is it?"
"...Hmm." Feng Liyan responded softly, nodding slightly.
"If it’s good, have more. Look at those side dishes in front of you, if you like any, just drop them in to cook; they don’t need to boil for long."
"Hmm."
Feng Liyan nodded in response, but after finishing the food in his mouth, he put the side dishes in to cook but didn’t take them out to eat.
His severe cleanliness habit made him particular about what he ate, since it would end up in his stomach.
Feng Liyan looked at Bai Yi, who was eating enthusiastically across from him, and couldn’t help but comnt, "Don’t eat so spicy; the stuff on my side isn’t spicy, switch over."
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