Ling Yin was in a great mood from all the praise: "If you like it, I'll cook for you often in the future."
Hua Hua thought, I'm not staying at your place every day, why would you cook for me regularly?
Hey, with such a good mood, let's not spoil it, especially since you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you.
Hua Hua sat elegantly, cutting his steak, while Ling Yin came over with a bottle of red wine, poured some for him, and raised his glass: "Cheers."
Hua Hua raised his goblet high: "Cheers! Wishing you a speedy recovery, good health, and all the best!"
Ling Yin listened happily: "Great."
Hua Hua truly had a good appetite; he finished his steak early and started eyeing Ling Yin's portion, glancing over again and again, swallowing saliva no fewer than five times, until Ling Yin handed over his untouched steak, asking, "Eating too much isn't good; it can't be digested well and can easily lead to weight gain."
