"Yuxin, I'm out of money."
"Yeah," Tang Yuxin sat without moving.
"Yuxin, I'm almost out of rice."
She saw it.
Lin Yile licked her almost colorless lips, "Yuxin, I'm hungry, I want to eat meat."
"You're such a pig," Tang Yuxin blurted out and left.
Lin Yile wore a bitter smile, maybe she was a pig, indeed, she was a pig.
Shortly after, Tang Yuxin came back with a bag full of food in her hand.
Braised lion's head, sweet and sour ribs, shredded pork with pickled mustard greens, stir-fried morning glory, longjing shrimp, and winter melon soup with spare ribs.
And a large plate of rice, filling the entire table.
Lin Yile picked up her chopsticks and began to gobble down the food. She really looked like a pig. How long had it been since she had a good meal? How long since she even had meat? Tang Yuxin remained seated on her suitcase, starig at Lin Yidong's belly.
"Burp..."
Lin Yile had eaten her fill. It felt so good.
