Beggar's chicken, as the name suggests, is chicken eaten by beggars.
However, Mu Shuangshuang could never understand why such a delicious dish should be limited to certain people. Clearly, everyone could enjoy it.
After Lu Yuanfeng caught a wild chicken, he prepared it, wrapped it in mud, and placed it in the fire to roast.
Mu Shuangshuang watched the crimson fire, her face as red as the flames.
Her mind involuntarily recalled the moment two incense sticks ago when Lu Yuanfeng kissed her in a sensational s-h-e kiss and then confessed his feelings.
And yet, in her muddle-headedness, amidst the allure of male charm, she actually agreed—
Now one was staring blankly, while the other was grinning like a fool.
Lu Yuanfeng had been laughing for two whole incense sticks, his face likely frozen from smiling so much.
Mu Shuangshuang coughed softly, and Lu Yuanfeng immediately came over.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I can take you to see a doctor."
