Lian Jiyue could eat a lot, and moreover…
He had been eating with his hands. Even though Su Jin gave him chopsticks, he threw them aside.
A portion of braised meat as large as a grown man's palm was gobbled down in just a few bites, while he merely picked up other foods like pancakes, smelled them, and put them back down.
After finishing all the braised meat on the table, he looked longingly at Mao Qiqi and Su Jin.
Feeling helpless, Su Jin took out two more pieces and gave them to him.
Watching Lian Jiyue with his cheeks puffed out, and his hands and face covered in sauce, Lu Hao became even more unsettled.
"Has his brain fried?"
Lu Hao remembered Mao Qiqi saying he had a fever as hot as a frying pan and couldn't help but speculate.
Su Jin shook his head, indicating he didn't know either, while Lian Jiyue continued eating the meat in his hand as if he hadn't heard them.
Mao Qiqi's eyes widened. Could his brain really have been fried?
