At dusk beside the spiritual field, Li Yuechan listened to her brother's words and immediately pursed her lips.
"Not keeping me company for dinner again..."
Li Muyang, who was standing up with the lunchbox, chuckled and said without any courtesy, "You have the Sect-provided Spirit Rice, why always think about mooching off my meal?"
"Go back and cook your own. You still have a long way to go if you want to eat my rice."
Li Muyang hummed a cheerful tune softly, holding the food his younger sister had brought as he entered the tile-roofed house.
Watching his departing figure, Li Yuechan sighed.
"Sometimes it's hard to tell if you're stingy or generous…"
The girl shook her head and turned to leave.
Speaking of being stingy, he almost went broke saving her, spending all his Silver Coin on Spiritual Medicine.
But when it came to generosity, he wouldn't even share a meal of Spirit Rice with her.
Silently sighing, the girl turned and walked down the mountain.