Sun Jian swallowed the yam in his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh from his throat, feeling so comfortable that his eyes were half-closed. He secretly glanced at Tang Yiyi, wanting to say something, but looking at Tang Yiyi's cold and distant expression, he didn't know what to say. Instead, he felt the hunger more acutely, his stomach twitching as if urging him. Sun Jian immediately couldn't bother with emotions and used his chopsticks rapidly, continuously picking up dishes.
Tang Yiyi watched Sun Jian gobble down his food, yet somehow felt a strange sense of satisfaction, unconsciously speeding up her own pace in picking up dishes. However, her movements were much more graceful compared to Sun Jian, unlike Sun Jian, who was like a starving ghost reincarnated.
