"Do you want some?" Wang Ze generously offered, thinking that Bao Wei was criticizing him for not sharing, so he handed over the Maltesers.
Zhou Baowei immediately shook his head like a rattle drum: "Disgusting, get away from me."
Wang Ze: "?"
If you don't want to eat, fine, but calling it disgusting—this guy is really something.
Lin Li continued to expertly prepare his Michelin-level meal, then turned around and found that his whole batch of skewers had been taken by Zhou Baowei.
"You're not going to leave a single skewer for us?" Lin Li had expected Bao Wei to pull a fast one, but not to this extent?
Is it too late to end this friendship now?
"No, I'm worried you guys might play tricks on me, let me divide them," Zhou Baowei said cautiously, giving Lin Li and Bai Bufan a wary look.
"How could we? You're slandering your brothers here." The two acted hurt, somewhat regretfully, "You do it, you do it."
