Su Yinhe made a huge pot of Dry Pot Shrimp, an impressively large pot, and then Lin Murong showed off by eating it all up in no time.
"How could I not eat?" Lin Murong was stunned.
Even though he felt a bit nauseous at the moment, it wasn't to the extent of not eating.
"I was being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an obedient face.
"I appreciate your consideration, but it's unnecessary." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Cut it out. You don't appreciate concern, fine. Wild boars don't know the taste of fine chaff," Su Yinhe perked up now.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could it be? I couldn't possibly be talking about anyone," 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.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe stretched her hand out to him.
