Yang Yizhi, who was originally rather impatient by nature, had gradually picked up the faint, detached air of a "dead man" from spending so much time with Zhao Yan. As he ate, he found the greens surprisingly delicious; before he knew it, he had polished off every last scrap of greens on Zhao Yan's plate, leaving nothing behind.
Other officials finished their meals and left one by one, leaving only a few scattered groups sitting in the dining hall. The sun outside was so vicious that a single trip would feel like losing a layer of skin, so they preferred to stay put. Returning to their offices was like sitting in a sauna anyway—the heat was enough to break anyone out in prickly heat.
"The weather is absolutely man-eating these days. It makes my head swim, and I can't sleep at night. Brother Zhao, do you think I’ve lost some weight?" Yang Yizhi complained while eating.
Chapter 684