Chen Xi poked at the dried meat cooking in the small pot with his chopsticks, feeling a bit depressed. He had to rely on dried goods for long expeditions, and although he could eat something cooked when setting up camp, it still tasted terrible.
"You really are quite particular," Zhou Yu remarked, taking a piece of dried meat from Chen Xi's pot with his chopsticks and quickly eating it. The tone in his voice was a mix of mockery and envy.
Chen Xi looked up at Zhou Yu somewhat helplessly but said nothing. He tossed another piece of dried meat into the pot, poured in some pre-prepared seasonings, and resigned himself to the poor taste, as there was no time to cook with large spices under the circumstances.
"Though you hail from the Chen Family, you are not from the main branch, so you're not really from an aristocratic family. Why do I feel like you are more particular about certain things than I am?" Zhou Yu asked curiously, watching Chen Xi cook the dried meat.
