"This is just a big flatbread!" At Pizza Hut, Qiu Wuji had a little napkin tucked around her neck and held a knife and fork indignantly. "A flatbread with a bit of ham and that strange sauce smeared over it-why does it cost so much?"
Chu Ge had no idea how to explain. After a long while, he finally squeezed out, "Let's call it... brand value. Like the fried chicken we had that day. Buying some chicken and frying it yourself would be much cheaper, too."
"So it's specifically meant to fleece lazybones like you?"
"No." Chu Ge said sincerely, "It's specifically meant to fleece people who want to take girls or children out to eat. If I went to KFC by myself, I'd at least check what day of the week it was..."
Qiu Wuji said, "...Can we return it?"
"No."
"How many words do you have to write to pay for this one flatbread!" Qiu Wuji was pained beyond measure as she carefully scraped at the assorted strange toppings and white sauce on it. "How much money did that scrape cost... all just to eat a flatbread..."
Once again, Chu Ge felt a little dazed, unsure whether this was his daughter or his mother.
When he had first pestered his mother into taking him to Pizza Hut back then, she had seemed to react much the same way...
"You even need a knife and fork to eat flatbread..." Qiu Wuji was still grumbling. "They're so uncomfortable to use..."
Chu Ge couldn't help laughing. "You can pick it up with your hands."
Qiu Wuji looked around. Everyone else was using forks. Dubiously, she asked, "Can I?"
"Why should my Qiu Wuji have to explain herself to anyone?" Chu Ge said leisurely. "Go ahead and use your hands. No one