"Of course not," Chuxia said with a smile as she ruffled her hair, "You're not big, but you know quite a lot."
Yingying pouted and hummed, "I'm not stupid, I'll get swollen eyes from crying. I knew that when I was three."
Chuxia was at a loss for words. Did the little girl just call her stupid? Oh well, let her think that if she wanted—as for Chuxia, she couldn't even remember what happened when she was three.
The dinner was a lively affair with the whole family, even Luo Hongqi, who started off trembling with nerves until he was able to eventually engage in a few words of conversation with Zhou Xikang.
The most uncomfortable one had to be Luan Dajiang, who had just come to the city. Not understanding military affairs and unable to speak well about rural matters, he simply acted like a puppet, eating when told to eat and drinking when told to drink. The result was that when it was time to go to bed, he threw up—because he had eaten too much.
