The more he ate, the better it tasted, and before long, the fried rice was all gone.
Little Taotie licked off a grain of rice that was stuck on the corner of his mouth, staring eagerly at Gu Yixing.
The meaning in his beautiful starry eyes couldn't have been clearer — he wasn't full yet, he wanted more!
Gu Yixing shook his head, "It's late, eating too much won't digest well."
Won't digest?
That phrase might forever be unfamiliar to Little Taotie.
Although Little Taotie wanted to insist, he heard Gu Yixing say, "I'm tired too, I haven't cooked in so long, making a bowl of fried rice has already drained all my energy, maintaining the quality for another bowl would be difficult."
Little Taotie widened his eyes, somewhat incredulously, "Third Brother made this himself?"
Little Taotie was still getting used to the nickname "Third Brother," often mixing it up, sometimes calling him "Brother Xingxing" and sometimes "Third Brother."
