Over there, Bi Xia had no idea about the conversation between Xia Jingshen and Elder Zheng. At this moment, she was watching her brothers devour the food at the dining table, smiling helplessly as she said to Meng Chi, "Look at them. Anyone who didn't know might have thought I've starved you all the way here."
Meng Chi glanced at the group, shaking his head mildly, "No, it only means they haven't seen enough of the world."
"Hmm?" Bi Xia rested her chin on her hand, puzzled, looking at Meng Chi.
Meng Chi paused, picked up the juice, and poured it into Bi Xia's empty wine glass, "If they had eaten the meals made by our godmother, they'd know that these meals are nothing more than floating clouds."
Hearing Meng Chi's words, Bi Xia chuckled softly, "Is it really that bad?"
