"No, I'm telling you, honey, Li Ming really didn't give me any food. Didn't you say he just brought back lots of food? With all that food, he wouldn't be so selfish as to not want to share with us, right?"
Seeing his wife appear somewhat angry, Peng Zhi quickly put down his phone, turned towards her, patted her with his hand, and asked in a soft voice.
Zhang Yuan was irritated. She swatted away Peng Zhi's hand, turned her body away from him, grunted in her mind, and said bluntly, "Who said Li Ming didn't have food? He had stir-fried leek and eggs, pumpkin porridge, and steamed buns."
Not only did he eat, but I also made the food for him, and even fed him.
Zhang Yuan thought to herself. Hearing this, Peng Zhi became anxious: "Since he ate, and ate so well, wouldn't he even have the conscience to give us a little more?"
"Who says he has no conscience? I ate with him and was fully satisfied"
Zhang Yuan glances at him, retracts her gaze, and says in a plain voice.
