One For The Taste, Two For The...?

Seeing that this person who was just having a majestic posture and reading a book like a scholar could be begging for food, really caught Yang Yiting off-guard. This point of perspective really changed too fast for her to take in her stride.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help giving him a roll of eyes. Looking at the sky, it seemed that it was already dinner time. Could this guy have been waiting for her to come back, hungry the whole time?

She glared at him angrily, and said in a raised tone. "Why did you come here when you're hungry? Isn't there nothing to eat at home, that will make you come all the way to this place just to eat?"

Meng Yuan answered confidently. "It wasn't made by you, so I couldn't eat it."