Su Nanzhi paused mid-action just as she was closing the refrigerator door, feeling a bit sad after hearing Jiang Beiyu's words.
The fried chicken legs were really delicious.
If her appetite had allowed, she could have polished off a large plate by herself.
Perhaps it was the forlorn expression of the little bodyguard that made Jiang Beiyu, the novice pig farmer, feel it was a tricky situation.
She stared at the fried chicken legs wrapped in cling film, her expression as sorrowful as if she were looking at a small life that had passed away.
After a long silence, Jiang Beiyu said, "How about we heat them up later, and you can eat them on the road?"
The little bodyguard's face brightened at a visibly rapid pace.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Such a little foodie.
The venue for this math competition was in Lin City, which was neither too far nor too close to Beijing; it would take Jiang Beiyu about three hours to drive.
During these three hours, Su Nanzhi slept for half of the journey.
