Beef Stew requires milk stout.
"Are you sick or just plain crazy?" Su Yinhe couldn't help but ask after tasting the milky duck.
Sometimes, people just crave something sour and spicy.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous at the moment, it wasn't enough to stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"Thanks for your consideration, but I don't need it." He wasn't fooled; he knew exactly what she was up to.
"Psh, you don't appreciate my concern? The boar can't savor fine bran." Now Su Yinhe seemed spirited.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her in disbelief.
"No one. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong stared at her, no, not just a feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
