"Crabs are cold things. Your stomach is not well, so you can't eat too much. Besides, it's too spicy. This crab doesn't have much meat either." Every time Ling Sheng lied, she acted as though it was only natural. She put down the crab shell and looked at the man's drooling handsome face. She let out a low cough, feeling that she had gone overboard. She then shouted, "Sir, can you bring me a bowl of crab roe porridge? A small bowl will do."
"Okay, wait a minute," the boss replied with a smile.
He turned around and took a look at their table. Girls liked spicy food, but men's stomachs did not seem to be strong. When she had entered earlier, she had said that she wanted light food. However, no matter how bad one's stomach was, one could not help but want to eat something with that fragrant, spicy taste.
Upon seeing how pitiful Jun Shiyan was, Ling Sheng dug up a piece of meat and rinsed it in the tea, preparing to give him a taste.
