Chen Yang looked at Tang Qinghua oddly, not understanding why his mood had changed.
But with delicious food in front of him, he didn't want to overthink anything. Satisfy the cravings first!
Chen Yang puffed out his cheeks, bared his molars, and like the flowing waters of the Yangtze River, he cleared the table of food in less than ten minutes, as if dumping out a box of earth!
Tang Qinghua stared at Chen Yang with a blank expression and asked, "How many days has it been since you last ate?"
Chen Yang chuckled and replied, "I just ate two hours ago!"
Clang! Tang Qinghua's chopsticks dropped onto the table.
"You just ate two hours ago and you're still eating like this?" Tang Qinghua asked again, astonished.
Chen Yang shrugged and said, "After all, I am a Rebirth Realm Martial Artist. It's pretty normal to eat a bit more! In ancient times, the fierce general Xue Rengui needed eight buckets of rice for a meal. Compared to him, I'm practically nothing!"
