Ye Que frowned, putting on a pained expression, "If I don't eat, how can I carry your bag? How can I pay for you? Do you really think it's good to treat a slave like this?"
Especially later at midnight, if he didn't eat, how would he have the energy to exercise with her?
He thought that by saying this, Chi Zaozao would feel sorry for him and allow him to eat.
But the next second, Chi Zaozao's stern voice came at his ear, "I said, you're not allowed to eat, so you're not allowed to eat. Stop pretending to be pitiful with me. If I don't act like a shrew, how could I live up to the title you gave me?"
Ye Que, "..."
Acting cute didn't work anymore; Ye Que realized he had really angered this woman.
In the end, he had no choice but to keep silent and watch her eat from the side.
Chi Zaozao only ordered one portion of Western food, and she ate with her head down, not even glancing at Ye Que.
No one saw it, but the man stared at her eating, drooling, yet he couldn't eat.
