Many women looked over from below, all with eyes full of jealousy, but Lan Xin Ai just pretended not to see.
After a while, many servants came up carrying dishes, all Eastern cuisine, filling up the big table.
"This is braised pork that you Eastern people love."
Wei Long picked up a piece of meat for Lan Xin Ai.
"Thank you." Lan Xin Ai picked up her chopsticks and, under Wei Long's burning gaze, just put the braised pork into her mouth,
"Baby, how is it?"
"Cough cough."
Lan Xin Ai instantly spat out the braised pork, the chili making her throat sore, coughing incessantly.
"Baby, drink water."
A glass of water was handed over.
"Cough cough cough cough." Lan Xin Ai stared with the intention to speak, but couldn't say a single word at the moment. She gulped down the glass of water, finally feeling much better.
"Mr. Wei, you..."
"You should call me darling."
"Cough cough." Lan Xin Ai felt not only her throat hurting but her whole body aching.
