Lin Yiran sat down at the dining table again, sniffed the strong fragrance of beef, picked up the chopsticks, and "get it."

Zhang Yang picked up a piece of beef, ate it quickly, and picked up another piece of eggplant, and found that Lin Yiran was actually the same as him.

“Isn’t my noodles fried green pepper delicious?”

“It’s delicious.”

"Then why don't you eat?"

"Then why don't you eat?"

"I am a guest and you are the master. Of course I have to give you face and eat more food you ordered."

"It's not what I did. If you want to give me face, eat up all my peppers, noodles and eggs."

"No, didn't you just say it was delicious?"

“It’s delicious.”

"Then why don't you eat?"

"Then why don't you eat?"

"I didn't say it was delicious."

"Huh? You actually let me eat something that you don't think is delicious?"

"Didn't you say it's delicious?"

“It’s delicious.”

"Then why don't you eat?"

"Then why don't you eat?"
Chapter completed!