Which Part Stinks?

Jiang Yao snorted as she slapped Lu Xingzhi's foot. "Get your stinky feet off me!"

"You washed my feet the day before. Which part stinks the most?" How could Lu Xingzhi have missed Jiang Yao's eagerness to speak with him? The letter had to have made her unhappy.

"Your feet do not stink; your entire body does. I am eating. Do not bother me!" Jiang Yao took the bowl and sat to the side. She lowered her head to eat and turned away from Lu Xingzhi.

Her appetite was poor, and the food reminded her of chewing wax.

Lu Xingzhi, who had been given the cold shoulder again, placed his feet back on the blanket. Jiang Yao was eating. He feared that her temper would affect her eating if he continued to bother her. So, Lu Xingzhi sat there waiting patiently.

Jiang Yao got up after a half-hour and cleaned up the remaining mess. She did not bother Lu Xingzhi after she washed the dishes. Instead, she dashed to the other two beds and began conversing with them.