Nian Shutong didn't even look as she reached out and grabbed the one from Fu Yunhe's left hand.
"It feels like no matter how much I eat this, I'm never full."
Having taken the Dried Vegetable-flavored pot lid, Nian Shutong began to munch it with a crunching sound.
Fu Yunhe took a seat to the side, his lips curling with an endless smile.
"Why do I get the feeling you're making fun of me?"
"Hmm?" Fu Yunhe, who'd just taken a bite, didn't dare to open his mouth but shook his head.
"Absolutely not! Definitely not."
Even though he secretly thought about the snacks Nian Shutong had eaten that evening, which seemed like a lot, he certainly wasn't mocking her.
"Making excuses."
Nian Shutong moved her own chair towards the side, shuffled a little, and continued to crunch away on the pot lid.
The nearby Fu Yunhe actually found Nian Shutong's childishness, as well as her casual interaction with him, quite delightful.
At least he was certain he wasn't an outsider.
