The focus turned to Liang Jingchuan. Liang Shao' an also looked at him, feeling nervous.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, he hoped that his seventh uncle would agree with him. That way, he could convince himself. It was just that Lin Yi's thinking was different.
Liang Jingchuan picked up a pair of chopsticks, took a bowl of rice, and put some vegetables on the rice.
"I'm eating China rice!"
Lin Yi raised her eyebrows, which meant that he didn't agree with her point of view!
She smiled and did not say anything. She took a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks and started to eat.
When Liang Shao' an heard Liang Jingchuan's words, he relaxed a little. Fortunately, seventh uncle had the same thoughts as him.
Just as he was about to sit down, Liang Jingchuan, who was beside him, spoke.
"But sometimes China rice tastes similar to United States bread."
Lin Yi glanced at Liang Jingchuan and smiled. She lowered her head and continued eating.
