The man's attitude did not anger He Xing. Instead, he smiled and put his hand into his bag. Zuo Mingdong panicked when he saw this, "He Xing, you can't..." However, before Zuo Mingdong could finish his sentence, He Xing took out a chicken leg wrapped in oil paper from his bag.
It was a big piece of fragrant chicken leg. It seemed to have been cooked not long ago, and it was still warm. As soon as he opened the oil paper, one could smell the fragrance of meat. He Xing's slender fingers held the chicken leg, and he waved it in front of the man. Just by looking at it, one could tell that the chicken leg was definitely very delicious. Zuo Mingdong forgot to continue the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He only followed He Xing's movements and looked at the chicken leg in his hand.
