"You are demanding too much," Jiang Changxi knitted her brows and said earnestly.
"I have prepared it for so long, but now it's gone." Ling Hong was so indignant that he ate quite a few mouthfuls of the Drunkard's Spiced Peanut to vent his anger.
"Stop it. Don't vent your anger by eating even if you are unhappy," Wu Hai covered the dishes on the table and said angrily.
"Are you a friend of mine? Can't I eat some dishes to vent my anger?" Ling Hong managed to grab a piece of deep-fried chili and then chewed it indignantly, gulping it down in the end.
"Of course not. I originally intended to drink beer while listening to your sorrowful happenings," Wu Hai said deservedly, "I can eat another two bowls of rice when I hear that you are unhappy."
"Ho Ho. Stop dreaming." Ling Hong stared at Wu Hai.
"Indeed. Almost nothing could make you so sad. It's really a waste of my beer," Wu Hai nodded his head and said approvingly.
