Her face immediately lit up with a smile.
She picked up a piece of pig's trotter and stuffed it into her mouth.
All she heard was Nan Sichen saying leisurely, "They say you are what you eat."
Qin Yin really was floored. Was he insinuating that by eating pork knuckle, it would heal the injury on her shoulder?
Why is he comparing her to a pig?
Well, who cares? She was hungry, wanted meat, and did not care what Nan Sichen said. She just picked up that piece of knuckle and started gnawing at it.
As soon as she finished eating, Nan Sichen served her another piece. His voice filled with a touch of amusement, he said softly, "Continue."
"Aren't you eating?" Qin Yin, while munching on the knuckle, looked at Nan Sichen, who was staring at her continuously, like a noble prince watching a beggar on the street.
All she could do was mutter the question.
"These are all yours," replied Nan Sichen, raising his eyebrows and laughing.
