The dishes were soon served on the table. It was western food of little amount, but it tasted good.
While Ming Shu was eating, Qi Jingsheng accepted another round of scolding from Qiao Yu.
Qi Jingsheng knew it was indeed his fault and didn't dare to refute.
"Little Man, is your appetite bigger recently?" Qiao Yu suddenly asked curiously. "Didn't you say you're afraid of gaining weight?"
"Recently I found out that delicious food shouldn't be neglected," Ming Shu answered in all apparent seriousness.
Qiao Yu glanced at her, feeling a little bit odd. "Then you should eat more."
"Great, you said it."
"Boss Qi will pay the bill, we don't need to save money for him." Qiao Yu must spend a lot of Qi Jingsheng's money so that he could vent his anger.
Ming Shu wouldn't waste any opportunity to eat, naturally.
