At noon, Lu Anya was sitting with Bailuo, her elder martial sister, Inya, and others.
Upon hearing Lu Anya's praise for the tofu, Inya smiled and said, "Right, right, it's super delicious, isn't it?"
"To be able to eat such delicious food,"
Lu Anya's eyes brimmed with tears, "It's like a dream."
The life of the Tree Elves' Descendants was clearly not very good, and upon further thought, it made sense, since the original Yatun Island had barely any crops, and they lacked good seeds.
If it were others, they could still fish in the sea.
But the Tree Elves do not eat meat, which was destined to make their lives very difficult.
Inya nodded, "I understand, I get it!"
Iron Simpleton failed to grasp the meaning behind Lu Anya's words, truly thinking that Lu Anya was brought to tears because of the deliciousness of the tofu.
Bailuo, "..."
"Ah, exactly, exactly, you really get it."
"Not really, I just have a slight understanding, a slight understanding, indeed."