Zhou Zhenglong always had a stern face while eating; you couldn't tell if he enjoyed the food or not.
Anyway, he could gulp down any food in big bites.
It was a habit he had developed during his time in the military; as long as it wasn't poison, he could adapt.
Long Fei served him a piece of something black and unrecognizable, and called out to him, "Brother Zhou, these past few days you've worked hard protecting Yingying, eat more."
Lin Yingying ate her rice in small bites, shooting Long Fei a glare.
A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and he had given it all to Zhou Zhenglong.
The jerk was clearly disdainful of her cooking skills.
Zhou Zhenglong's brows furrowed and he took a sip of water before correcting Long Fei, "Master, call me Zhenglong."
"Alright, Little Zheng, eat more."
Long Fei gave him another chopstick's worth.
His face was about to turn black. Although he wasn't picky, he didn't want to endure this torment!
