Upon hearing about tasty food, Dou Jiao, who sat next to them, instantly perked up. She hadn't even swallowed the meat in her mouth yet, but she already lifted her head, eyes shining with curiosity as she asked:
"What delicious food?"
Her true foodie character was undoubtedly revealed.
"Northwestern wind," Tang Qing replied with annoyance. Facing Dou Jiao, who disregarded him whenever there was food, he felt helpless. Watching Dou Jiao as she chomped away on her juicy, crispy meat, he really wanted another bite, but knowing her possessive eating habits, he knew better, as a foodie in combat is truly terrifying.
"Northwestern wind? Hmm... I've never actually tried this dish before."
Scratching her head in thought, Dou Jiao's eyes were darting around, paired with the crispy meat still propped up in her mouth, she was unbearably adorable.
