But Su Yinhe had already said that.
He could only nod reluctantly, that kind of unwilling nod.
Give the leftovers to Lin Murong?
He didn't want to.
He wanted it all.
"Come on, Lin Murong did all the work after all. It'd be a bit much not to give him anything," Su Yinhe naturally saw what he was thinking.
"But I don't want to," Chi Yan said bluntly.
"Come on, don't be like that. Don't make it hard for me," Su Yinhe coaxed.
Chi Yan stared at her for a long time, and finally nodded reluctantly again.
Lin Murong thought that peeling was enough.
But after he finished peeling the potatoes, Su Yinhe asked him to cut them into strips.
"No, you didn't say you wanted them cut into strips just now," Lin Murong said, feeling the urge to pass out when he saw the large basin of peeled potatoes in front of him.
He didn't want to eat fries anymore, really, he didn't.
Not at all.
Whimper.
He didn't even like fries that much to begin with.
Not that much at all.
Damn it, Su Yinhe.
