Upon opening the letter and seeing his mother's admonishments, Yang Ye blinked his phoenix eyes and then turned to look at the now-empty pastry box.
He thought the pastries tasted bad; in the past, he would have thrown them away already.
Having seen so many suffering people on his journey, he had corrected his bad habit of wasting food and rewarded the people below by giving them what he had planned to discard.
Now, looking at the instructions from his mother in the letter, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.
The pastries didn't taste that great, and yet his mother had insisted that he finish them all; wasn't this torturing him?
What's more, it was strange that his mother had never sent him anything before, but now she had mysteriously sent several boxes of pastries with instructions to finish them all. What had happened?
Unable to understand what had happened, Yang Ye took up his pen and wrote his confusion in the letter.