"Red dates and black chicken soup." Ye Zi'an laughed, "The black chicken was brought over by Mother in the morning, she said it's to nourish your body."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia gave Ye Zi'an a glare. Her mother must be worried that they were overworking their youthful bodies, and what's worse, this guy still had the cheek to laugh about it.
By the time they reached the dining room downstairs, Mu Shaoling and Luo Linhao were already seated, evidently waiting to be fed.
Seeing the two of them coming down, Mu Shaoling snorted coldly and continued to feign sleep.
Luo Linhao, that little imp, had his big eyes wide open, scanning Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi'an up and down, before suddenly announcing, "Looks like my cousin is about to be settled."
"You must be too idle, aren't you?" Ye Zi'an knocked him on the head, "Have you studied? Have you practiced your martial arts?"