Lu Man saw his reaction and suddenly felt that this man was feeding her like he was feeding a pig.
But she was starving.
If this made her a pig, so be it.
Lu Man touched her stomach, smacked her lips, and pondered. Then, she said, "I want to eat mutton noodles."
Han Zhuoli laughed. "Your appetite is going towards the Northwest area?"
After Han Zhuoli said this, Lu Man got hungrier as she thought about it. "Add more cilantro and put all the chili."
"Okay." Luckily, he already bought mutton noodles and beef noodles.
"I will go with you," said Lu Man.
Han Zhuoli smiled and asked, "Why do you want to accompany me now?"
Lu Man hugged Han Zhuoli's arm. "In the past, when I wanted to eat at midnight, you would go to the kitchen and make food for me. Now, I don't want to sleep yet; I want to watch you cook in the kitchen."
Han Zhuoli lowered his head and gave her a kiss. "Not tired?"
