Looking at Yelu Ying, Ye Qing always had a feeling of awkwardness in his heart. Ever since the forced marriage incident with those two old men last night, his mood has been uneasy. Now being alone here with Yelu Ying, one can imagine how he feels.
"Miss Yelu, you don't need to worry about me, I'm not sleepy," Ye Qing said. "You go over there, have them finish eating quickly and bring me some bread or steamed buns."
"How can that be enough? These things aren't real meals!" Yelu Ying said.
Ye Qing said, "It's okay, skipping a meal or two is still manageable. When I was a soldier, I went a whole month like that!"
Yelu Ying glanced at Ye Qing, didn't say anything more, and walked back to the restaurant. It wasn't long before the members of the Yelu family and Old Wang Ba came out of the restaurant, with Old Wang Ba still holding a bowl, mumbling complaints about Yelu Ying not letting him eat his fill.
