Su Yinhe craved hot pot, and as they were eating, Lin Murong asked her.
"What's the difference between hot pot and Mala-Tang?"
"Umm... both have vegetables," Su Yinhe replied.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he was feeling a bit nauseous right now, it wasn't like he was going to stop eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"I appreciate your consideration, but I don't need it," as if he didn't know what game she was playing in her mind.
"Cut it out, to care for you is a waste, you can't appreciate the finer things in life," Su Yinhe suddenly perked up.
"Who are you calling a boor?" Lin Murong couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly talk about," Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I have a feeling you're talking about me," Lin Murong said, looking at her. No, not a feeling; she was indeed talking about him.
But sadly, he had no proof.
