The chili powder on the skewered lamb was spicy, and Ye Tian took a gulp of beer to suppress it, then pulled a wry face and said, "I had no choice, all for the sake of feeding myself; can't afford to care too much."
Mo Yan watched the meat-eating Ye Tian and couldn't help but laugh, "Looking at the way you eat, does your wife not let you eat at home?"
"It's free, so there's no harm in eating more."
You little man. Mo Yan lowered her head to sip her soup, no longer speaking.
The streets were bustling with people. The year was nearly at an end, and everyone was preparing for the new one, their faces filled with sheer happiness.
"Did I hear you're getting married?"
Mo Yan was done eating and spent some time watching the passersby before feeling that watching the man in front of her who kept stuffing his mouth was more interesting.
