"Do any of you feel a bit hungry?"
Lin Fan had been discussing with them for quite a while, and he started feeling like his stomach was missing something. Seemed like he was hungry.
"Junior Brother, funny you should mention it. I didn't feel it before, but now I think I might really be a bit hungry," Chen Zhiyu said, drooling, fully trusting his junior brother's cooking skills. That taste was unforgettable, and just thinking about it made him impatient.
Xi Xi and Yang Gang both gave Junior Brother Chen a disdainful glance. Eating so much that he's become this overweight—wasn't he afraid someday he'd be too fat to even walk, or that he'd never find a Daoist companion?
