After beating up Qing Jian, Qin Yi felt much more at ease.
While eating, Qin Yi sneered, "Qing Jian, stop pretending to be pitiful! You made me blind; don't think a beating will settle it. From now on, if I'm unhappy, I'll punch you!"
Qing Jian cried, pretending? You're blind, aren't you? Does this look like I'm pretending?
Thinking carefully, Qin Yi really was blind and couldn't see. He probably had no idea how badly he had been beaten.
After eating, Qing Jian whined and cleaned up, then carried the plates out.
"I want steamed dumplings for breakfast tomorrow morning and millet porridge, and pair them with some side dishes for me!"
Qin Yi said to Qing Jian, who was at the door, like a master addressing his servant.
Qing Jian looked outside and said with a strange expression, "Aren't you having dinner?"
"What time is it now?"
"Noon!"
Qin Yi's lips twitched; he couldn't see and thought it was evening.
"I want roast lamb for dinner."
Qing Jian: "..."
