The Salted Roasted Chicken was really delicious, especially the hand-shredded Salted Roasted Chicken. It went so well with rice. Murong simply adored it.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous at the moment, that wouldn't stop him from eating.
"I'm just being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an obedient look.
"Thanks for your consideration, but it's not needed." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Hmph, caring for you and you don't want it, like a boar can't appreciate fine chaff." Su Yinhe was now quite spirited.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her in disbelief.
"No one. Who else could there be? Who could I be talking about?" Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong looked at her, no, not just a feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only believe in evidence." Su Yinhe held out her hand to him.
