"Didn't you used to struggle over choosing Brother Nan or Little Zheng?" Huai Xu replied.
"You were the one struggling," Zhou Li corrected.
"It would be best if you married Brother Nan in the future, and then became neighbors with Little Zheng," Huai Xu habitually filtered out his words, continuing on his own. "Then we could hang out with Brother Nan normally, and run over to Little Zheng's place to eat when it's mealtime."
"You've got it all planned out," Zhou Li said, speechless.
"Too bad we're not in ancient times anymore. In the ancient days, if a man was capable, he could have three wives and four concubines," Huai Xu said, suddenly pausing. He looked up seriously at Zhou Li. "But you're not capable."
"Eat your food!" Zhou Li felt frustrated.
"Okay!"
Huai Xu grabbed his bowl and started scarfing down, stuffing his mouth full of rice, then mumbled, "I even eat faster than you..."
He indeed ate faster than Zhou Li, much faster.
