Yun Qinglian found the breakfast unappetizing, but Qin Yi thought it was delicious. He helped himself to a bowl of porridge, eating and drinking with gusto.
Yun Qinglian glared at him, but if Qin Yi cared about that, Yun Mengyao would've been long dead by his hand.
Yun Qinglian's eyes were sore from glaring, seeing Qin Yi indifferent, she said irritably: "What are you doing here early in the morning? I remember we aren't friends, our relationship isn't close enough for home visits, is it?"
"Familiarity breeds friendship! Haha... What's this dish? It's quite tasty, ask them to make more tomorrow." Qin Yi pointed at a plate of green vegetables.
Yun Qinglian felt stifled, exasperated: "Do you take my place for home or a tavern?"
"We're all friends, no need to be so formal."
Yun Qinglian: "..."
"Who's a friend with you?"
"You are!"
"How come I didn't know."
"Perhaps I forgot to notify you."
Yun Qinglian: "..."
"Your face is thicker than usual."
"Thank you!"
