Eight dishes in total, a mix of meat and vegetables, completed in just over twenty minutes, complete with color, aroma, and flavor, Qin Hao couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
He didn't stand on ceremony and started eating right away.
Yang Lin sat to one side, occasionally adding food to Qin Hao's plate, truly resembling a little wife taking care of her husband.
A meal took Qin Hao half an hour to consume.
He finished every one of the eight dishes, patted his stomach, and let out a satisfied burp, truly stuffed from the meal.
"You just ate it all up like that, not afraid I'd poison you?" Yang Lin's gaze suddenly turned cold as she spoke ominously.
Qin Hao didn't mind at all, he laughed heartily and said, "Don't try to scare me, you should know my nickname. To slip poison past me is not impossible in this world, but it's unlikely to be in someone else's hands."
