"Just average." Yang Chuxia modestly said.
"Tsk tsk, such a dishonest girl, clearly very proud deep down." After saying that, he noticed Ye Zi'an's cold expression, and couldn't help but chuckle.
When the evening meal was spread out on the table, Mu Shaoling, for some unknown reason, suddenly started competing with Ye Zi'an in drinking.
At first they drank small cups, then they drank from large bowls, and finally, they each clung to a small jug. They seemed determined to get drunk and no one could stop them, until both men were dead drunk in the end.
When Mu Shaoling woke up with a headache the next day, he couldn't help but feel annoyed as he thought about how much he drank the night before.
When he went downstairs, he saw Ye Zi'an already sitting, eating breakfast - a simple meal of plain porridge, a stack of buns, a plate of eggs, and some side dishes.
Mu Shaoling finished washing up and sat down without reservations, digging into the meal.