Mingshen placed the big pot of green curry chicken at the center of the dining table. Its delicious fragrance made Bobo drool, but he quickly wiped it off before the devil would notice it.
Mrs. Zhang served Bobo first and then helped herself with a hearty portion. Her face lit up with joy. "Such a pleasant evening to be served without even lifting a finger."
Mingshen lazily sat opposite them, leaning back against the chair.
"You are not eating?"
"I already ate outside."
"Liar," she snorted. "Nothing can escape my eyes. Be a good boy and serve yourself some too."
"I am not at the age to be called a good boy," he grimaced.
"You are not at the age to make silly mistakes either but here you are anyway."
He sneered. "I now sincerely feel like pouring some poison into your plate."
"That sharp tongue will never help you bridge the gap with Jia," she sneered back.
His eyes narrowed and he scoffed.
