Yun Bilu's expression was calm, and she didn't take number thirty-five's threat seriously.
To her, it was not a matter of whether she cooked or not. It was about her attitude and dignity.
If it was a friendly person, she wouldn't have any objections even if he came to freeload for every meal, let alone a meal.
However, this woman, number thirty-five, was acting all high and mighty, as if it was an honor to cook for her.
She cooked for the sake of happiness, not to serve such a person.
Now that she had returned to the Black Dragon Gang, she rarely served anyone. Why should she curry favor with this strange woman?
The corners of Yun Bilu's lips curled up into a mocking smile. She didn't say anything. Seeing that number thirty-five didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, she couldn't be bothered to chase him away. She just slowly scooped the rice she had cooked into her bowl.
