Bai Chuwei spoke with utmost seriousness, "Hanhan, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about my dietary habits? I don't like deep-fried food, all those things you bought were eaten by my pet!"
Duan Feihan: "..."
Eaten... by a pet?
What kind of pet eats that greasy food?
Duan Feihan looked at Bai Chuwei's earnest little face, her dark pupils void of any jest, and he suddenly found it hard to maintain his composure.
Duan Feihan's forehead twitched slightly, "So... the deep-fried food at my father's recovery banquet was all prepared for your pet?"
Bai Chuwei nodded, "Yeah."
Duan Feihan instantly quieted down.
So... he had previously tried to accommodate this strange greasy taste, and it was just torture to his own sense of taste?
And it all ended up in the belly of a small pet?
Duan Feihan raised his hand to rub his temples and asked in a low voice, "So what kind of flavors do you like?"
Of course, it's light!
Not many who cultivate immortality eat greasy food.