Lao Fan swallowed his saliva with difficulty and clenched his stomach tightly to keep it from making any noise, "Shameful! It's just missing one meal. No one's going to die from that!"
His stomach, which had been under control, deflated immediately upon his words, gurgling loudly in protest, even louder than Xiao Linshuang's.
Normally, Xiao Linshuang would have teased him, but right now, she was past caring about anything else. Her mind was filled with images of roasted chicken, baked duck, steamed fish, and stewed meat.
Determined, Xiao Linshuang sprung up from the ground, turned around, and was about to open the door.
Lao Fan got a shock and quickly grabbed her small hand, exclaiming in a panic, "You little wolf cub, what do you think you're doing?!"
