Fang Qing's response was amusing; she gave a slight smile, "I don't want money."
Li Shuru chuckled softly, shaking her head, "Oh, you're really stubborn. I'm feeling it now."
"Same here."
Fang Qing replied calmly, "I just realized that I never really understood you before."
Li Shuru didn't seem to mind how her impression in Fang Qing's mind was changing, whether ascending or declining. She directly reached out for a piece of the flatbread, noticeably had not applied nail polish but her nails were shining bright. After chewing a bite, she said:
"Not everything is good to eat."
"Who told you to add sugar to the flatbread?"
"This is just to accommodate you."
"Who told you pregnant women can eat sugar?"
Fang Qing rejected the moral coercion and even kicked her counterpart lightly.
Li Shuru was speechless, "I've never been pregnant, how would I know what can be eaten and what can't?"
As she spoke, she moved the flatbread over, "Then don't eat it."
