The old man didn't pay attention to Xiang Yiqing's speechless expression and mentioned the food Xin Xiaoxiao had sent. He had a sudden impulse and wanted Xiang Yiqing to try it too.
As he spoke, he hung the birdcage on a nearby tree branch, turned his wheelchair, and headed back.
Xiang Yiqing stood up as well, hung his birdcage on the tree, and pushed the old man along while questioning, "Can you still eat cake from two days ago?"
"Why can't you eat it if it's in the fridge?" The old man frowned and retorted in a scolding tone, then immediately gave an example, "Back when I was in the army, during rescue missions in deep mountains and forests, there wasn't even sour rice to eat when we were hungry."
The old man, influenced by old revolutionary ideals, tended to look down on the fussiness of capitalism, so Xiang Yiqing dared not question any further.
Actually, even if he ate the expired cake, at most he'd just get an upset stomach. As long as the old man was happy.
