Lin Yuan coughed dryly, "Um, that, not letting him, not letting him eat?"
"No, no, too lenient." Lao Fan's head shook like a rattle-drum.
Xia Zheng was also taken aback, tapping his chopsticks against the table discontentedly and said, "Hey, stinky old bugger, stop playing the pity card here! You were just wolfing down those potatoes a moment ago, and you seemed pretty delighted!"
"Wuuu, stinky girl, did you see that? He's bullying me again! I, I can't live like this anymore!" Lao Fan started wailing loudly again, his shoulders heaving as he lay on the table; it was a sight so pitiful it could break one's heart.
"Eat your food!"
After receiving a fierce glare from Lin Yuan, Xia Zheng too felt wronged, pouting and turning away, he guzzled down two large bowls of soup in defiance.
