"Mmph! Mmph!" Seeing Shen Yibin hesitate to pour her a drink, Hah'Er grew impatient and grunted, urging him on. She held her little bowl with both paws, nudged it toward Shen Yibin again, and gave him a pair of pitiful-looking eyes.
"I really don't get you two morons. How can you enjoy drinking something so disgusting?" Scamp was exasperated with the pair of them. "Hey, get me another lamb skewer. No chili." 'I'll just eat by myself. You two can do whatever you want.'
'Hah'Er is so focused on drinking she's not even grilling anymore. I have to pour drinks and grill the meat all by myself? I can't possibly keep up!' "Hah'Er, hold on. Let me finish grilling this meat, and then I'll pour you a drink, alright?" Shen Yibin tried to stall for more time.
"Mmmph~" Hah'Er nudged her bowl forward again, then took the lamb skewers and nimbly placed them on the grill, flipping them with practiced ease. Her meaning seemed to be, 'I'll take care of the skewers, you hurry up and pour my drink.'
