Qiao Yin turned her head to look at him, "Lu Lingche, you've done too much, don't you think? Next time, just one dish is fine. Breakfast should be simple."
The corners of Lu Lingche's lips lifted slightly.
Good, she said next time.
He sat down beside her, "It's okay, the portions I make aren't large. We can finish them."
Qiao Yin glanced at the array of food on the table, suspecting that if she kept eating like this with Lu Lingche, she'd gain two pounds a day.
She bit into an incredibly sweet pumpkin cake and, feeling the pleasure it brought to her taste buds, thought to herself, forget it, let's just enjoy this meal first.
While eating, she watched Lu Lingche.
He was eating much more than she did, but his figure stayed in great shape. He never seemed to gain weight.
Lu Lingche moved the pumpkin cake closer to her and asked, "Why are you looking at me? Do I have food on my face?"
"Lu Lingche, how come you don't get fat?"
