The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix-Chapter 170 - Brother, How Many Bowls Of Rice Does Your Wife Want To Eat?

The sky was densely covered with stars and clouds, and the silver moon hung on the branches.

Dressed in white, Ye Anping sat at the dressing table in his bedroom, staring blankly at the handsome face reflected in the bronze mirror.

Deep purple eyes shimmered with captivating radiance.

His complexion was smooth and fair, a coldness exuding from its well-defined angles.

Ye Anping couldn't help but sigh. "The guy in the mirror is getting more and more handsome."

Xiaodie, who was combing his hair behind him, also sighed when she heard this. "Ah-- Young Master, I've missed your narcissism for the past year."

Ye Anping shook his head and asked: "Just tell me if I look good or not."

"Of course you look good. Young Master has always been good-looking, just a bit shameless."

Xiaodie turned to look at the face in the bronze mirror.

Her Young Master had been away for a year, his height and figure hadn't changed much, and his face was still handsome and well-defined. However, there were traces of hardships on his brows and in his eyes.

The difference was not noticeable, but she could feel it.

"Young Master, do you have something on your mind? Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can give you some advice. After all, I've lived for over thirty years, and I must have experienced and seen more than you have."

Ye Anping hesitated, but after all, Xiaodie was not an outsider, and since he was still inexperienced when it came to love, he simply confessed. "Xiaodie, tell me, would it be bad if I wanted to marry two or more wives?"

"Huh?" Xiaodie tilted her head, thought for a while, then asked, "Oh, Young Master, are you confused because there are many good girls around you, and you don't want to give up on any of them?"

Not really... Ye Anping pursed his lips and said, "Let's say so."

"Well... throughout history, it wasn't considered wrong for men to have three wives and four concubines. But the problem is that many men don't have the capability to support three wives and four concubines, but still do so."

"Capability?"

Xiaodie nodded and raised her index finger. "To put it simply, you can have as many wives as you have bowls of rice."

"..."

"Before spiritual energy appeared in this world, men exercised authority over women and were responsible for providing food. For example, if the food brought by a man could feed three mouths, he would marry three wives. In this way, the three women wouldn't have to go hungry because they married the same man at the same time."

"Hmm... continue."

"However, lots of men have no self-awareness. They can only provide three bowls of rice, but they marry five wives who eat a lot. This eventually leads to wives leaving, children scattering, families falling apart, and everyone starving. And this kind of man who cannot evaluate himself properly is a hypocrite and a heartless man."

Ye Anping lowered his head and followed Xiaodie's train of thought.

He had to admit that there was some truth in what she said.

---How many things you can do depends on your capabilities.

---How many wives you can have depends on your capabilities.

Both these things are the same.

But the key point was...

Xiaodie smiled and further added, "The key is to understand clearly how many bowls of rice you can provide and how many bowls of rice the woman you want to marry eats at each meal. This is quite difficult; you'll have to figure it out yourself, Young Master."

"I see..."

Ye Anping held his chin and assessed himself but found that it was very difficult to tell how many bowls of rice he could bring.

The only thing he could be sure of now was that the food he could provide was enough for him and 'Xiyue'.

'Xiyue' was just like him, an ordinary person with two spiritual roots and nothing special: the level of a bowl of rice.

As for the others...

His sister's spiritual roots were special and countless times better than his qualifications. If he hadn't caught a ride on Feng Yu Die's special luck train, his cultivation would have been left far behind by his little sister: probably the level of ten bowls of rice.

Xiao Yunluo was even more terrifying, with a heavenly spiritual root and being the daughter of Old Loli and also the Young Lady of the Black Star Sect. It should be the level of fifty bowls of rice.

Li Longling, single fire spiritual root, the young miss of the Dragon House. She was now the Lady of the House, with limitless prospects: probably the level of five bowls of rice.

...

These four were the ones he was currently thinking about.

If he were to marry all of them in the future, he would have to ensure he could provide them with sixty-six bowls of rice.

For a moment, Ye Anping's face was full of worry, suddenly feeling a lot of pressure. But after thinking about it, no matter what, he had to earn at least 'eleven bowls of rice' and make sure that both his sister and Xiyue were well-fed.

"Sigh... I can't afford them all."

"What?"

"My little sister can eat quite a bit." Ye Anping shrugged slightly. "I won't be able to feed her enough."

Xiaodie frowned upon hearing this, and she said, "Young Master, you used to torment Miss Pei every day, and now you want to marry her? Will she agree?"

Ye Anping smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Of course she'll agree. I'm so handsome, how could she not agree?"