He slurped his noodles just like most of the men from the mountains, noisily, but everyone in the village ate like that, and Xia Dabao didn't mind it since she herself was pretty crude; she couldn't criticize others for the same behavior.
Halfway through the meal, Tao Shanding felt hot and opened his outer coat, revealing his chest underneath, then rested his feet on the cross bar of the stool.
Xia Dabao didn't quite like that.
Had there been other people around, she wouldn't have said anything, but it was just the two of them eating noodles, and he was being too casual.
Although Xia Dabao didn't say anything, Tao Shanding noticed her sudden frown and realized what was bothering her. He quickly sat up straight, buttoned his clothes back up, and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm used to this at home; that's how we folks from the foothills are."
