Chi Zaozao prepared two dishes and a soup, with a bowl of rice, and carried it upstairs on a tray.
Ye Que was sulking alone in the room.
Thinking about how he's already of an age and still gets laughed at by young people, his inherently proud nature just felt extremely aggrieved.
Without losing his temper, it was hard to dispel his anger.
Hearing someone come in, he lay on the bed pretending to be asleep.
Chi Zaozao walked in lightly, placed the tray on the bedside, and reached out to shake the person on the bed, "Hey, time for dinner."
No response.
"Old man, it's such a small matter, is it worth it?"
Still no response.
"Hey, Ye Que, if you keep this up, I'll be mad too."
"..."
Still no response.
Chi Zaozao had no choice but to say, "At most, I'll try wearing yours next time?"
The old man lying with his back to her just ignored her.
