Yang Fei and Milan stared wide-eyed at each other, facing each other in bewilderment.
Before long, the head chef of Blue Charm personally directed some waiters to bring up steaming dishes.
These dishes were all personally cooked by the chef, with 32 main courses, dazzling and aromatic.
Yang Fei couldn't help but smile wryly.
"So it seems Nan Yan thinks we're pigs."
"There are enough dishes here for ten people. How can we finish them all?"
Milan also giggled charmingly.
"Yes, Young Master Nan Yan is a soldier, straightforward in nature. If you eat so much, I'm afraid you'll gain a few pounds."
The mention of weight made Yang Fei frown with worry.
"Originally, I was a handsome guy, but Moran's workings turned me into this, truly casting pearls before swine."
Milan looked at Yang Fei, somewhat displeased, her eyes rippling with charm.
"But some people just fancy chubby ones."
Saying this, Milan blushed, lowered her head, and dared not make eye contact with Yang Fei.
