"If my conscience is clear, my shadow will not crook, as straight as can be. 'Buddhahood springs from the heart; if there's Buddha in your heart, everything you see is Buddha,'" Yan Yan deliberately swayed her head as she spoke.
"Since when did you become so refined? What you really mean is the latter half, 'If your heart is full of bullshit, everything you see turns into bullshit,'" Yan Ling saw through Yan Yan's little game at a glance. (note 1)
"Yan Da, just focus on getting ready to eat. Why bring up shit in conversation? Do you still want people to eat their meal?" Yan Yan, having been exposed, refused to take the blame.
"Bringing it up?" Yan Ling looked utterly disinterested, "Are you saying you don't want to eat at all now?"
"Of course I do, just because it's on your lips doesn't mean it affects my appetite –" Yan Yan seemed completely unconcerned.
"You win." Yan Ling decided to surrender.
