Jiang Shu showed a face of distaste, then, under Jiang Yang's stunned gaze, he opened his mouth and took a bite.
"How is it? This is the most exquisite part of the chicken, it's delicious, isn't it?" Su Luo, her eyes glittering, looked at him, awaiting his answer.
Jiang Shu was somewhat unable to understand the woman in front of him.
By rights, she was a typical delicate lady, having suffered such a great deal of injustice, yet now she beamed at him over a mere chicken leg.
Her eyes were very large and shone brightly, like the morning star in the dark night.
"How is it?" Su Luo persisted, her tone unconsciously taking on a hint of coquetry.
"Hm!" The man was aloof, giving only a single-word response.
Su Luo, a woman who could find joy in the smallest things, instantly laughed even harder: "Then have a few more bites. You're too skinny, one gust of wind could knock you over. You should eat more meat!"
