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"That's not what I wanted to eat, put it back."
Qiao Chutian said pickily.
Mai Xiaomai blinked her big eyes at him, barely suppressing her impatience, and asked with her eyes, "What on earth do you want to eat?"
"You figure it out."
Qiao Chutian, understanding her silent question, answered.
Mai Xiaomai thought for a moment, then picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs for him.
"I don't feel like eating ribs."
Mai Xiaomai had to put the ribs back and then picked up a shrimp ball for him.
Still, he was not satisfied.
"Qiao Chutian!"
Unable to take it anymore, she slammed down her chopsticks and shouted angrily, "Are you ever going to be done? You have hands and feet, if you want to eat something, just pick it up yourself? I'm about to starve to death here, and paying any more attention to you, I'd be a fool."
After venting her anger, she began to wave her chopsticks and wolfed down her food, not sparing Qiao Chutian another glance.
