"Ding Sheng," Ji Qingchen looked at the busy traffic on the street, her expressionless face reflected on the glass window, "I don't know what Yan Sheng is thinking, and I have no interest in paying attention. All I can feel is my feelings."
"In ancient times, there was a rich man. In order to prevent another situation like his guest choking on a piece of meat, he ordered all the pots and pans in the kitchen to be broken and the firewood, rice, oil and salt to be burned..." She turned her head and looked at the person opposite with great seriousness, "Oh, you can't eat meat and wine, and you can't eat three meals a day. I am also a person who stopped eating because of choking."