"I heard you. So what kind of reaction should I have?" Lin Hui retorted. "Should I be like you? Sitting on the floor, getting all emotional, refusing to eat or drink? Should I let my own condition deteriorate before we even know how to handle the situation?"
Ding Yiran was stunned by the question.
For a moment, he was frozen, just sitting on the floor, watching as Lin Hui quickly finished preparing a few simple dishes, brought them to the dining table, filled the rice bowls, and set out chopsticks and spoons.
Red Pattern Star was no remote mining asteroid, trash planet, or penal colony. Its atmosphere was stable and suitable for growing all sorts of resources, so natural vegetables and meat were easy to come by and not expensive.
As a mid-level employee in a large corporation, the Ding family's patriarch ensured they enjoyed a decent standard of living.
In fact, just being able to live on Red Pattern Star was a sign of a respectable lifestyle.
