"What? You want to eat hotpot?" Su Yinhe dug her ear, "You just walked a bit, and now you're telling me you're hungry and want hotpot?"
"Yeah." Lin Murong nodded as if it were only natural.
"All this walking, and carrying all this stuff, it's exhausted me."
"How can you even say that with a straight face?" Su Yinhe's expression was complex.
"I... How can I be embarrassed? I'm quite proud actually," Lin Murong said with pride.
It was obvious, she saw right through him.
Su Yinhe bent down and rubbed her eyes.
Alright, alright, it's really like raising a child.
"Hurry up, I'm really starving." Lin Murong rubbed her stomach and made a pressing down gesture, "Look, it's all flattened."
Starving flat.
Su Yinhe: "..."
Su Yinhe had a feeling of having a mouth full of curses but unable to speak a single word.
Though powerless, Su Yinhe still made a Beef Butter Hotpot for him. It had been a while since she had it, and she kind of missed it too.
