After a brief moment of astonishment, An Yang smiled, waved at her, and turned to walk back to his room.
The next day, Sunday morning.
An Yang sat by the table, biting into a slice of toast while staring at Huang Lan, and asked, "I mean, you didn't sleep or cultivate so late last night, what were you doing standing on the roof? Counting the stars?"
"Is it that strange?"
"Well, don't you think it's strange?"
"What's strange about this? Many branches of my clan are nocturnal animals. Calculated that way, that's my normal active time, okay? Making such a fuss over nothing!"
"It sounds... actually quite reasonable."
"Hmph! Ignorant!" Huang Lan gave him a disdainful, sidelong glance, then picked up another slice of toast, stared at the bread, and muttered, "What's so good about this stuff? It doesn't even look appetizing. Why do you all eat it with such relish?"
"It's really delicious. Have a taste."
"Is that so? I don't believe it!"
"Just try it..."
"I haven't read many books, don't you try to trick me."
"How could I!" An Yang wore an expression of righteous integrity. "Even if I tricked anyone else, I would never trick you, Fellow Daoist Huang Lan. We are comrades-in-arms who fought shoulder-to-shoulder amidst ten thousand demons!"
"Then... I'll just have a bite?" Huang Lan asked tentatively.
"Mm, try it."
"Then what if it doesn't taste good?"
"If it doesn't taste good, you just don't eat it."
"But I've already taken a bite. If I put it back, wouldn't that be a bit bad?" Huang Lan was full of entanglement. "This stuff looks quite expensive. To waste a slice just like that, isn't that a bit lacking in thrift?"
An Yang looked at her in surprise, not expecting this tigress to actually understand