"As long as we're fed, nothing else matters," Xia Chuyi smiled and said to Xia Chengzong.
"Hungry on the train?" Although Xia Chengzong still didn't understand what low blood sugar meant, he latched onto what he thought was the main point and said, "Chuyi, you shouldn't be so picky in the future."
"A person is made of iron, food is made of steel." Xia Chengzong added very seriously, "Even if the food on the train isn't good, you should eat a little."
"Ahem," Xia Chuyi responded quickly, "Alright, alright, I'll listen to Second Brother Xia."
Even though Xia Chuyi replied so obediently, she was thinking internally: What would Xia Chengzong think if she told him she ate not only food but quite a lot on the train?
"Second Brother Xia, let's not talk about this anymore." Xia Chuyi immediately changed the topic, saying, "Regarding 'Youwei', I think... there's no need to transfer it back under my name."
