The next morning, Yan Ze arrived at Pei Huaian's residence bright and early. Seeing the table set for a meal, he unceremoniously took a seat and said to Ah Mo behind him, "Bring me another set of bowl and chopsticks."
Ah Mo turned around and fetched another set of bowl and chopsticks.
Yan Ze wolfed down his food as if he was a refugee who had just entered the city. Noting the person sitting there without moving their chopsticks, he said, "Eat, don't be shy."
Ah Mo tried to suppress a twitch in the corner of his mouth. Master Yan really didn't consider himself an outsider.
"What business do you have with me?" Pei Huaian asked, his tone very cold.
At his indifferent tone, Yan Ze immediately feigned a heartbroken expression and asked with a tone of grievance, "I've been losing sleep over you for nights, my eyes are as dark as charcoal."
Pei Huaian glanced up at him, then lowered his head to continue eating, completely ignoring Yan Ze.