Yan Huan touched his forehead. “Then how many people’s meals do we have to cook?”Lei Qingyi’s stomach was very scary. He could eat a few people’s meals when he was raw. Even if he ate like this every meal, how could he not be fat, this was what Yan Huan could not understand the most. He was tall, right? Yes, he was tall. Then he could at least eat for two people, right? But even after eating for four people, he still felt hungry. What kind of stomach did he have.
He ate too much.
“Make more. He can eat. It’s best if he sweeps the plates.”
