However, by this time, Li Zijia had already sat down and instinctively grabbed a piece of pork rib, popping it into his mouth and chewing. "Damn, you two really are a couple. Even the way you talk is this synchronized. It's no fun at all."
"Speak. What do you want?" Nan Sichen asked directly. "Say it, then get lost."
"Hey, come on now. How can you treat me like this? I've been working so damn hard, spending time, effort, and even money on your issues, and you're not even letting me have one proper meal? My heart is shattered." Li Zijia grabbed another pork rib.
Qin Yin ran off to the kitchen and brought him a set of utensils. Li Zijia ate with complete gusto, but every now and then, he'd frown at a dish and ask, "What the heck is this? Why does it taste so odd?"
Finally, when he was about seventy percent full, he suddenly remembered to ask, "Who cooked tonight's dishes? Why do they not taste like the ones Aunt Ning makes?"
"I did," Nan Sichen replied calmly.
