Kang Chen gave Qi Jiu a cold glance, "Fine, then skip the dinner tonight. You're not here to eat anyway."
Qi Jiu suddenly looked morose and cried out, "Don't be like that. Look, I'm already so thin. Can't you show me a bit of mercy?"
Ming Mei laughed out loud.
But indeed, Qi Jiu had lost a lot of weight. His eye sockets were somewhat sunken. One could only wonder what kind of days he had seen recently.
If Ming Mei had asked, Qi Jiu would have answered: "I've lived worse than a dog or pig."
With Qi Jiu's wails, the Kang family's dinner time was a bit earlier than usual tonight.
As soon as the food came, Qi Jiu, who seemed to have been starving for a long time, grabbed his chopsticks and started shoving rice into his mouth non-stop, not even bothering to pick up any vegetables.
While eating, Qi Jiu said, "Let me tell you... This is... the first time... I think, plain rice tastes so good..."
