"Are you going to eat it or not?" the man with the buzz cut asked again.
PorkCongee swallowed hard, feeling like the man's next words would be—'If you don't eat this, I'll kill you.'
"I'll eat it," she said quickly, pretending to take a bite.
Seeing this, the buzz-cut man frowned. "It doesn't look like you ate anything."
PorkCongee's heart raced, her nerves stretched taut. She bit her lip. "I... you... you're watching me. It's making me embarrassed to eat."
"Why?"
"Because... because I'm shy."
Hearing this, the buzz-cut man's tight frown relaxed. "What's there to be shy about?"
"Because you're too handsome," PorkCongee fabricated nervously. "It's normal for me to be shy."
"Alright, then." No man could resist such a compliment. The buzz-cut man finally stood up. "Finish your call quickly and come over for the barbecue."
"Okay, I'll be quick." PorkCongee forced a smile, only letting out a sigh of relief after watching his retreating back disappear into the distance.
