"You…" Sura's plain face flushed with a reddish hue as he looked at Ye Yinzhu, unable to utter a word for a moment. He realized that his heart was beating fiercely, and nothing else around him mattered. In his mind, there was only the sentence Ye Yinzhu had just said.
"Hey, snap out of it. The stuff in your pot seems to be burning," Ye Yinzhu tapped on Sura's forehead.
"Ah—my ribs." Sura exclaimed and ran toward the kitchen with Angel's Sigh. While busying himself, he called out, "Yinzhu, I'll take this gift. But don't you ever expect me to wait on you for life. We're friends, after all. What's yours is mine."
Ye Yinzhu chuckled and said, "Suit yourself. As long as you don't charge me any commission later, it's fine." Actually, all of his scant savings were with Sura, so it was only too appropriate to spend them on himself.