"..."
No way, really?
He Sui had just spoken casually, trying to give He Zhou a way out. Who could have known He Jing would take up the challenge and employ strange fancy techniques only to create something unsatisfactory? That did not sound right...
He Sui did not believe He Ning and said, "Let me try."
He Ning merely frowned, remaining motionless. He admonished with what felt like forced indifference, "You shouldn't overeat at night; it's bad for digestion."
He Jing coughed, doing her best to suppress her laughter. He Ning's reaction spoke volumes in and of itself.
Suspicion took root in He Sui's heart. "No. I must try it," he insisted, daring He Ning to say otherwise.
He Ning cut off a tiny piece for him, his calm demeanor unchanging as the waters of a still lake. The piece of steak disappeared down He Sui's throat in one bite.
Three seconds later...
