The 6-inch small durian pizza was perfect as an afternoon tea snack.
Irina's mood lightened up as she ate the durian pizza. Her body began to sway rhythmically too.
"Backswing?" Mag looked at Irina, who was swinging forward and backward like a tumbler. Irina would take a bite of the pizza whenever she swung backwards. It was similar to how Amy would sway left and right uncontrollably whenever she ate something tasty.
"You can have… one piece," Irina said to Mag hesitantly after looking at the half-eaten pizza.
"I heard the amount that one could eat is linked to one's familial status." Mag sighed as he picked up a piece of pizza.
Irina threw a glance at Mag before calmly saying, "In that case, you are only allowed to lick the plate."
"Huh?" Mag was stunned. He felt as if he was shot in the heart by an arrow.
Had his life reached such a difficult stage now?
