He thought to himself, saving his appetite for the delicious food that evening.
Well, the fierce-tempered woman might be a bit harsh, but the food she fried was truly delicious, much more savory than plain white porridge.
However, for some reason, although he was a man who loved meat, he didn't have any that evening. He only ate vegetables.
Dong Huiying curled her lips.
This guy's temper was as changeable as the weather, turning faster than flipping through a book—it was really hard to fathom him.
The next day, Dong Huiying steamed some vegetarian buns and tucked a few into her bag for the road before she went out, carrying her ugly little basket on her back.
Liang Yuening chased after her with delight, "Where are you going?"
Dong Huiying glared at him, "What's it to you?"
"I know, you're going to the town, right? I'll come with you."
"You're still sick, why the fuss?"
He hesitated for a moment, uncharacteristically refraining from bickering with her,
"Fine then."
