"Xiaxia, you never bring classmates back and this is how you speak to a guest?" Papa An mildly told An Xiaxia off, then put more food in Qi Yanxi's bowl. "Have some more. Boys will only grow tall with enough food."
"He's tall enough! A bit taller and he won't have enough brains for all that height! Leave it all to me! I'm the one that needs to grow taller!" grumbled An Xiaxia.
Pfft —
Qi Yanxi chuckled and leered at her. "You're barely 160cm, aren't you?"
"Your friend Qi Yanxi has just used [Critical Strike] on you."
An Xiaxia could visualize that line in her head. Utterly frustrated, she glared at Qi Yanxi, then went back to her food without another word.
It turned out to be a very pleasant dinner.
After the meal, An Yibei helped Papa An with the washing up, while An Xiaxia dragged Qi Yanxi downstairs and pushed him out the front door.
"You had your dinner. Time to go!"