"Do you think I eat inelegantly?" asked Xiang Wai as she suddenly looked up at Xiang Hulin who sat opposite her. Her face was devoid of any of her teasing manner or that mischievous glint that could be found in her eyes all the time. She was asking in all seriousness.
"Definitely not," answered Xiang Hulin certainly. "Did someone say something to you?"
Xiang Wai gave him a look, "With a father like you around, I don't think there is anyone who dares to say anything to me."
"Don't think so much about it then," remarked Xiang Hulin. "Also, don't you know there is an old belief that eating noodles with creating a 'slurping' sound brings good luck to anyone who eats it?"
"I actually wasn't talking about me slurping on my noodles," muttered Xiang Wai.
"When did my daughter who doesn't even take wind and rain seriously, start thinking about people's opinion?"
