Half an hour passed.
"Miss, if I may ask, how long has it been since you last ate?" Ye Huan asked with a wry smile, handing out another roast chicken.
By now, the ground around Jiang Shishuang was littered with bones. She had already eaten a total of three roast chickens, four grilled fish, and she showed no sign of stopping.
"Mind your own business!"
"It's just that my traitorous taste buds find your cooking quite good, so I keep eating. It's not like I actually enjoy it. Don't get the wrong idea; it has nothing to do with me."
"Personally, I'm really reluctant, and I don't want to eat your food because it's only slightly good, very average, extremely average. It's just my tongue letting me down!"
While devouring the food by the campfire, Jiang Shishuang tried hard to explain, her face turning red, to avoid Ye Huan having any "misunderstanding."
But in truth, she genuinely found Ye Huan's grilled food delicious!
