Zhou Mingchen watched in amazement as Xia Lu swiftly polished off three lamb chops and reached for a fourth. He couldn't hold back any longer.
"Can I eat now?"
Xia Lu glared at him. "No, these lamb chops are all mine. If you want some, go grill more."
Zhou Mingchen faltered for a second. "There are only these."
"Really?" Xia Lu wobbled her little head and handed him the piece she had just nibbled on. "Then I'll let you have this piece."
Zhou Mingchen frowned. He never ate leftovers from anyone, no matter who it was. Mainly because he had lived alone for so many years, the issue of leftovers hardly came up. He shook his head vigorously, rejecting the offer cleanly, "I don't want it."
"Are you disgusted with me?" Xia Lu stared at him, her temper flaring up again, "I'm not disgusted with you, so why should you be disgusted with me?" She used to never say such things to Zhou Mingchen, probably influenced by hormones.
