Ouyang Yi soon returned with his hands in his pockets, followed by his manager carrying bags of takeout.
"Just put them here," Ouyang Yi said leisurely, nodding towards the table in front of Su Xingyu and Ling Weilong.
The manager set down the takeout and busied himself spreading it out; braised beef, chilled pig trotters, Peking duck, mouth-watering chicken, all piled up like a small mountain. Su Xingyu was stunned, truly, Ouyang Yi must be a carnivore!
"You—" she swallowed hard, stunned, "How do you keep your figure eating so much meat?" You know, the weight requirements for supermodels are very strict. Even if you gain just a little, those fashion clothes tailor-made to standard sizes would no longer fit!
Ouyang Yi smiled at her, "They're for you. Are you touched?" As he spoke, he picked up a piece of pig's trotter and put it in her bowl, then took her millet porridge and peanuts, seaweed, and started eating them himself, bland food and all.
