God wants to eat meat?
An Xiaoyu looked at the plate in front of her. Hadn't she helped him order a dish of soy-sauce beef? Where had she said he couldn't eat it?
"Is this not meat? Isn't it enough? What other meat do you want to eat? I can ask if Grandpa Zhang has any?"
Shen Yufeng's face took on a hint of melancholy, as he purposefully sighed.
"The meat I want to eat, Grandpa Zhang certainly doesn't have it!"
An Xiaoyu was momentarily taken aback.
"He doesn't?"
"Yep!" Shen Yufeng narrowed his eyes, speaking offhandedly.
She finally understood what he meant, but now, she could only pretend to be oblivious.
Burying her head in eating... eating...
Shen Yufeng looked at her behaving like a docile little rabbit and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle softly.
Keep pretending, just keep pretending!
"Rest assured, I'm a man of principles, I will definitely not break a promise I made to someone!"
