Han Zhan could not understand the responsibility Song Ci had as the top debutante.
He took the plate in front of Song Ci away and threw the food into a clean plastic bag. "I will have this sent over to the outskirts later. There are a few wild dogs there. They will eat it."
Brother Han would never waste food.
Song Ci pouted and said unhappily, "Then what will I eat?"
Han Zhan put on a black apron and took out a bunch of ingredients from the fridge. "We will have sweet and sour pork, steamed fish, stir-fried broccoli, and spicy shredded potato."
He held two potatoes in his hand as he turned to ask Song Ci, "Is that alright?"
Song Ci discreetly swallowed her saliva before saying, "No. Sweet and sour pork will make you fat."
Han Zhan sized up Song Ci's slender, hourglass figure. "From now on, stop dieting. I won't allow you to lose weight."
