Zhou Li held his mobile phone in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other.
He picked up a bean sprout, took a bite, and then showed the meat from inside the bean sprout to the camera.
A moment later—
Zhou Li: [Video]
Zhou Li: How extravagantly must those ancient nobles have lived to come up with stuff like this.
Li Daimao: ⊙▃⊙
Zhou Li gave a slight smile, stopped replying, turned off his phone, and began to savor his food. He asked Tuanzi, "How did you manage to move all these things over here?"
Tuanzi jumped onto the couch and nestled in, saying disdainfully, "Do you think Lord Dumpling doesn't have little demons to command?"
As she spoke, she suddenly sniffed.
Sensing something wasn't quite right, she lay down again and sniffed earnestly. After a moment, she looked up at Zhou Li, puzzled. "Why does Lord Dumpling's bed smell so much like you?"
"Isn't your bed that cardboard box?" Zhou Li countered.
"That's Lord Dumpling's other bed."
