"You've given me all your food. What will you eat?" Ye Fei asked.
"It's fine," Miao Chan replied, no longer referring to herself as "this humble nun" after chatting with Ye Fei. "My master and the others will arrive tomorrow. As a practitioner, I can go a day without eating."
Ye Fei's sly gaze wandered over Miao Chan's alluring figure, even though she was dressed in plain, unflattering robes. He grinned, "But I don't like flatbread. I'd rather starve than eat that."
"What should we do then?" Miao Chan seemed even more anxious than Ye Fei.
"Hmm?" Ye Fei's eyes lingered on Miao Chan's chest. "Little master, I didn't realize you were hiding something. You've got two buns tucked away in your robes and didn't even offer them. Oh, I get it—you're trying to make me hunt more birds so we can eat together, right?"