Where did you come from?
Ah Yin really could eat.
Jiang huailu and yang pinfeng were still holding their chopsticks. She had a chicken leg in one hand and a pig's Trotter in the other, and her mouth was full of oil.
His eyes were almost glowing.
"How long have you not eaten?" Yang pinfeng swallowed his saliva. This scene was like a tornado sweeping away clouds.
The plates were almost empty.
"Probably three years," ah Yin frowned.
He paused, but didn't explain further.
I can't figure out the answer to epilepsy no matter how much I think about it. You must be crazy. The Wen family, the richest family, hasn't fed their child for three years. You must be dreaming.
"You guys should eat quickly too. Don't stand on ceremony, eat more ... I've wanted this for a long time." As he spoke, he let out a deep sigh.
Jiang huailu and yang pinfeng looked at each other in silence, then at the table and raised their chopsticks expressionlessly.