"I'm still making the rest." The bowl in Zhao Youlin's hand had been made on the spot by the chef. Otherwise, how could it be so fast?
Zhao Youlin was in a dilemma. She pointed at Luo Weibing opposite her and asked, "What about this guy?"
She didn't say that just to send Mu Tingfeng away. She was indeed a little hungry, and she was worried that Luo Weibing would get hungry after sitting on the plane for so long.
Mu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Luo Weibing. "It doesn't matter. The rest will be ready soon. If you want to eat, it doesn't matter how many times a man has to starve, let alone if food is just around the corner."
"Yes, yes, yes..." Luo Weibing received Mu Tingfeng's gaze and his body trembled. He quickly waved his hand, "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry. I just ate something to fill my stomach on the plane, so I'm not very hungry now. Sister, you eat first. Don't worry about me."
