Facing the silent Hu Tutu, Liu Zheng didn't urge her to speak.
He even took out a few pieces of dried fish and a bottle of Copper Mark, and leisurely started to eat and drink.
"Crunch, crunch!"
This new batch of dried fish made by San Huamao tasted really good, but it was also genuinely hard. Who knows which fish it was made from?
Only now could he eat them like biscuits, one by one. Back when he first entered Metropolis, he might not have been able to bite them even if his teeth got loose.
Smelling the aroma of dried fish, Hu Tutu sniffed.
"Eating is not allowed in the common areas of the hospital building. You need to be careful about that."
She said seriously.
"Oh. Want some?"
Liu Zheng offered a piece of dried fish.
While he looked like he was eating and drinking, he was actually using the corner of his eye to observe Hu Tutu's expression, and of course, noticed her small gesture.
"These are homemade dried fish from a friend in my kitchen. You won't find them outside."
