Liu Xiaomei's mouth fell open as she stared at Juhua in astonishment. 'Just a moment ago, we ate a few pieces of that crispy rice! It wasn't mixed with corn, just pure rice, and it was so fragrant. Why would Juhua say that?'
Yun Ying looked at the nonchalant Juhua, utterly speechless. It was obvious from her demeanor that she didn't want to give her anything, yet she denied it so naturally.
'How could this girl be so stingy?'
'Didn't Senior Brother say the people in this village were very hospitable? He'd praised Juhua's family in particular, over and over again.'
'And another thing, she got angry the moment I said "country folk." Her tone held no shame about her origins. In fact, she seemed proud of it, as if she were declaring "we of the Royal Family" or "we government officials."'
After a long moment of restraint, she finally said, "If there's nothing, then there's nothing. It wasn't essential anyway."
