"Fine, I won't argue with you anymore. I don't need much, just give me three bottles."
"Alright!"
Feeling somewhat taken aback by Dong Tianyu's quick agreement, Ye Liuyun began to wonder if he was asking for too little.
But since he was the one who initially suggested the amount, he felt uncomfortable going back on his word. Fortunately, he quickly spouted out the information he was privy to, "After becoming a martial artist, one's appetite greatly increases."
Upon hearing this trivial bit of news following Ye Liuyun's lengthy hesitations, Dong Tianyu felt speechless.
"That's all?" Envisioning this, Dong Tianyu couldn't help but come across as underwhelmed by this piece of information. Yet, with the playful smirk on his face faded away, he listened to Ye Liuyun's words.
"When I say the appetite increases, I mean it skyrockets. My brother tended to mask it during family dinners, but one time I invited him to eat alone. Do you have any idea how much food he devoured?"
