Well, crap, I wish I hadn't had the soup.
He now felt a bit bloated, like Shuiwa from the Calabash Brothers. There was no need for a monster to show up; he could perform a water escape technique and fix dams all by himself.
"Like...like it," Xu Qingyan forced a smile.
Oh well, he was committed now, ready to take one for the team.
"Oh, then I'll share some with you, I...I don't really like duck blood," Lin Wanzhou whispered, voice as thin as a mosquito. When she spoke, her face didn't turn red, but her earlobes did.
The girl couldn't even lie properly—who comes for a duck blood noodle soup and just focuses on the noodles?
"I'll just have one piece. I'm worried I won't be able to sleep tonight," he said, excelling at making excuses. His twisted logic didn't seem off at first, but it couldn't hold up to scrutiny.
So Lin Wanzhou picked out three pieces of duck blood for Xu Qingyan, instantly halving the amount of duck blood in his bowl.
