After Xia Ying served the rice, she picked up a poached egg with her chopsticks. She had only fried two poached eggs, one for her and one for Jiang Yi. If Jiang Yi despised it, she could eat it instead.
Jiang Yi sneered sarcastically, "Xia Ying, are you Zhao Gao? Calling a deer a horse."
After eating a mouthful of rice calmly, Xia Ying looked at him and asked, "How did the chicken come about?"
Jiang Yi was startled, then retorted, "You're asking me such a childish question; you insult my intelligence."
Still looking at him, Xia Ying said, "Since your intelligence is so high, then please answer me, how did the chicken come about?"
"Of course, it hatched from an egg."
"Right, so eating an egg is the same as eating a chicken, because the chicken is still inside the egg."
Jiang Yi was at a loss for words.
Looking at the duck eggs and fish roe, he didn't need to ask anymore; Xia Ying's explanation would be the same.