"What do you mean by not understanding?" Yang Ruxin was displeased, "You just recount what happened back then, and I'll analyze who was right and who was wrong. Wouldn't that clear things up?"
"But..."
"If you don't tell me, don't eat anything I cook in the future." Yang Ruxin said, snatching the remaining chicken leg from Dao Xuzi's hand, "And don't ask me for any ginseng or radishes either."
"Xinxin, you can't be like this, you..." Dao Xuzi was stunned when he heard this. He wanted to make a last-ditch effort, but facing Yang Ruxin's determined gaze, he could only sigh, "Alright, I don't know too much detail."
Yang Ruxin then pulled Dao Xuzi aside to hear the story.
Yu Qingge certainly didn't want to be left out and followed along.
