Zhan Moxiao handed the menu back to the waiter and raised his head to look at the girl again, who by now was already looking like she was about to cry.
Master Xiao almost laughed out loud, "What's wrong?"
Ou Lan looked at him with a pitiable expression, "You eat like this every day, aren't you afraid of getting fatty liver?"
Master Xiao shamelessly teased his wife, "I don't eat like this every day. I usually try to save where I can. When someone is treating me, of course, I'm going to have a good meal."
Ou Lan, "..." Mary Gou's!
If you want to eat like the rich, eat! Why do you have to fleece me, a poor person!
Originally, the warmth she had felt suspecting he had protected her that day, and the heartache she felt remembering he said he was sick, all dissipated at this moment. The more Ou Lan looked at the man in front of her, the more she felt he deserved a slap, and she particularly wanted to gobble him up, bite by bite.
