Ji Ting looked at his reddening ears and asked mildly, "Then did I hear wrong?"
"You did hear wrong." Then Ji Yanzhi suddenly frowned. "Wait, who did you hear that rumor from?"
"This morning, I went to the Game Room to get something. When I passed the Vegetable Growing Room, Zhao Tian happened to be talking to Chef Sun. His exact words were, 'Chef Sun, your cooking really is amazing. The Second Young Master has been eating asparagus and radishes for so long, and he still hasn't realized they're vegetables.'"
Listening to his vivid imitation, Ji Yanzhi silently gritted his teeth. Zhao Tian was more trouble than he was worth. Why was he gossiping instead of doing his job?
Ji Ting continued to lay out his reasoning. "Considering that I only decided to go back for something on the spur of the moment, and that neither of them could really see me from where they were standing, the chance that they deliberately said it for me to hear is zero. It's also unlikely they were making up a rumor."
His earnest gaze made Ji Yanzhi uncomfortable all over. He looked at the food, the plates, and the flowers in the vase-anywhere but into Ji Ting's eyes.
A faint smile surfaced in Ji Ting's eyes. "Does it upset you that much for me to know about this?"
Even now, Ji Yanzhi stubbornly refused to admit it. "It wasn't for you anyway. Can't I just want to eat vegetables myself?"
Ji Ting gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment. He wasn't determined to force an admission out of him, and he smoothly changed the subject. "Ji Yanzhi, did you skip dinner because of those hurtful things Wang Mian said?"
Ji Yanzhi froze, his brows drawing even tighter. "Who told you that?"
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