Maybe women just aren't creatures of reason, but Yin Xiaofan wasn't ready to resign himself to that fate; he was still arguing his case passionately.
"I'm just being overbearing, what can you do about it?" Yang Xiaoya spoke assertively. "If you don't like porridge, then you don't have to eat it. Those experts always like fasting; you could try that too."
In those novels, the accomplished experts would indeed fast on a whim, but that was only in the stories. In reality, one would probably be close to death after a week without food or drink.
He wasn't a monk and even if he wanted to try fasting, he wouldn't even know how!
"You're harsh, so I'll just have the porridge." A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him, and it's useless to argue with a woman, so he might as well accept his fate for now.
"That's a very wise choice." Seeing Yin Xiaofan fill a bowl with porridge and start eating it with pickles, Yang Xiaoya said with a laugh.