There's a Bottom Line, But Not Too Much
After she had fed Qin Kaize and Gao Huabin had finished his meal, he wiped his mouth and couldn't help but glance at the remaining dishes on the table. If it weren't for the fact that he knew there was another big eater waiting for his meal, he would have finished everything on these few plates.
Su Yijia then took out half a watermelon from the refrigerator, cut two slices for Gao Huabin, and ate one herself. She left the other slice out to thaw, waiting for it to reach the right temperature before turning it into juice for Qin Kaize.
"Gao, could you process the old hen you brought back? I want to slow-cook it over an open fire tonight," Su Yijia said after Gao Huabin finished his watermelon.
"Sure," Gao Huabin readily agreed, not taking it seriously.
"By the way, you also have a bowl of chicken blood with you. Tomorrow, I'll stir-fry chicken blood with tofu," Su Yijia said, fearing that he might waste the chicken blood, and she quickly reminded him.