A Plane's Declaration of War
Penerjemah: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Ying was eating at a rapid speed. Perhaps it was because she had already missed two meals. Within 20 minutes, a table full of food had disappeared. All that was left was the sauces on the various plates. Yi Qing cleared the empty plates from the table and replaced them with freshly cooked dishes. Then, he returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.
Shen Ying was making the food look too delicious. Lonemoon, who had been sitting across from her for a long time, could not help but reach out for some with his chopsticks. Just before the food entered his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in his cheek. For the umpteenth time, he screamed, "Ow! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts…"