Su Yinhe cooked a pot of Kelp Soup, which was delicious, and Lin Murong just loved drinking it.
The credibility of Lin Murong's words was zero, but Su Yinhe looked at him, thought about it, and still somewhat believed him.
"Here you go, really," Su Yinhe gave it to him and then sat beside him to watch him eat.
"Why are you staring at me? Do you want to eat too?" Lin Murong asked while eating.
"Scram. If I wanted to eat, would I give it to you? If I wanted to eat, I'd have eaten it myself. Why would I give it to you?"
"That's true. You're not lacking, I am. Hehehe." Lin Murong chuckled and continued eating.
Then, he quickly finished another one.
And it seemed like he was still not full.
Su Yinhe: "…"
"Hey, do you want some fried chicken racks?" Su Yinhe spoke before he could ask.
There was still some fried chicken, but there wasn't much left.
She needed to save some.
"Fried chicken racks?" Lin Murong looked puzzled, but he wanted to continue eating them.
