"Many families eat at only once a year, of course, so of them do so out of thrift, while others simply cannot afford it. Luxuries like carriages, however, are mostly unattainable. If one needs to travel far, they either rent a carriage or walk on their own two legs."
"Is that so?" Lele propped his chin and asked, "Is it because they have no money? But why don’t they have money?"
"Yeah, how sad would it be to only eat at once a year?" Yangyang blinked his eyes, seemingly used to eating it every day.
"I’m telling you this to make you realize how fortunate you are. At the very least, you can ride in our own family’s carriage when you go out and have at to eat. One should be content and happy with what they have," she continued, her tone shifting as she spoke, "That’s why you’re not allowed to be picky during als. If there’s chicken, you eat chicken, and don’t ask why there’s no duck for you. If there’s duck, you eat duck, and don’t ask why there’s no stead pork for you. If we’re only having greens and radishes for a al, then you just eat greens and radishes and don’t you dare put down your chopsticks. You should know that what you’re unhappy eating, soone else wishes they could have. Do you understand?"
She had been wanting to say this to these two brats for a while now as they had recently been picky at als, refusing this and that.
"Does mother an to say, we should eat whatever is made at ho?" asked Lele.
"Yes, that’s exactly what I an."
Lele glanced at Yangyang and said discontentedly, "It’s all your fault for complaining about the carriage being slow. Now look what happened. Mother’s words always set a trap for us, trying to make us eat without complaint."
"Why are you blaming ? Didn’t you also ask why they don’t have money?" Yangyang frowned and placed his hands on his hips.
"What I said is true!"
"You’re obviously talking nonsense."
"Enough, you two stop arguing," Yang Chuxia separated her two sons, each turning their heads away in a huff, ignoring each other.
"Ti to get off the carriage. And Yangyang, especially you, if you want to be a soldier, you can’t be picky about food. Do you know what they eat in the military? It’s all communal dining with als mainly consisting of cabbage and radishes. Having at is rare, and it’s usually a big pot stew with either not enough oil or too little salt. Don’t think it’s the sa as at ho."
"Humph, Mother, are you just trying to tell that being a soldier is tough?" Yangyang patted his chest, "I’m not afraid of hardship. If it’s cabbage, I’ll eat cabbage. From today onwards, I’ll start eating cabbage."
After saying this, he clambered down from the carriage. Having spent most of the past six months training in martial arts with Yang Chuxia, he wasn’t afraid of the height of the carriage and hopped down with ease.
When they arrived at the inn and everyone had tidied up and gone down to order food, they saw him standing on a bench with hands on his hips, loudly declaring, "Innkeeper, bring a portion of cabbage stew, and another of radish stew!"
The innkeeper turned his head upon hearing this and saw a rosy-cheeked young master standing on the bench, full of confidence, wearing a necklace of red gold agate around his neck, silver bracelets on his wrists, and jade buttons on his clothes, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist.
He thought to himself, are you here to joke around, kid? With your rich appearance, shouldn’t you be ordering a roast suckling pig?
"What are you staring at, didn’t you hear asking for cabbage?" Yangyang said.
"Ah, right away, right away." The waiter quickly ca over with the nu.
Yang Chuxia took the nu and ordered so main dishes and so side dishes, then handed it to Ye Zi’an, who ordered so soups, and then asked Ye Er and the others to order as well.
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