Glancing at Feng Ling, who didn't know very well about the ways of the world but was still sensible, Nanheng smiled unconsciously and his mood became much better.
"Do you want to go back to the base canteen for dinner, or do you want your boss to treat you to dinner around here?"
"I just want to fill up my stomach. Anything will do."
For a person who lived with wolves for five years, some consciousness was already deeply rooted in her bones. It wasn't important whether the food was delicious or not, good or bad, or even raw or cooked. What only mattered was to fill up her stomach.
The only requirement Feng Ling had was that the food couldn't be too greasy because food too greasy would give her diarrhea.
After they bought the new phone, Nanheng didn't want to stay in this store too long and took Feng Ling away.
