"By the way, Er You, what are you planning to treat us to for your birthday?" An Yang suddenly asked.
"Pfft! Cough, cough! Don't call me Er You!"
An You nearly sprayed food all over the table. Luckily, she held it back, but the downside was that she almost choked herself!
"What kind of question is that? Who asks something like that so directly? Shouldn't you be asking what present I want for my birthday this year?"
"I'm not planning to."
"Oh, then I'll treat you to a sesame flatbread. There's a stall by our school that makes pretty good ones. They have sesame, chive, pork, and beef fillings. I don't know which kind you like, but you can only have one!" An You rolled her eyes.
"...How can you be so materialistic at such a young age? And your rhotic accent is way too strange!"
"That's none of your business! You don't need to worry about it!"
"...What present do you want for your birthday this year?" An Yang pouted and asked. "But let's get one thing straight: it can't cost more than two hundred yuan. You know your brother still has to support a family. And once I get married, there'll be the bride price, the wedding banquet, the honeymoon, and so on. If we have a child, formula alone will be a considerable monthly expense."
"Shameless!" An You glared at him. "Are you performing stand-up here? You're not funny at all!!"
"...Then what do you want?"
"Nothing!"
"...Don't regret it."
"Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
"True." An Yang thought about it, then nodded. "In that case, I'll just bring my mouth over to eat."
"Go ahead and eat. Eat until you burst!" An You shoveled the last mouthful of rice from her bowl into her mouth.