Su Yinhe yawned as she brought out ten Beijing Roasted Ducks.
However, these Beijing Roasted Ducks were not sliced.
When she was packing them up initially, her mind had glitched a bit.
But she believed that Lin Murong would slice them himself.
A mature food lover should learn how to slice Beijing Roasted Duck; if he couldn't even slice Beijing Roasted Duck, what kind of duck could he possibly eat?
"Here we go, ten of them." After Su Yinhe took out the Beijing Roasted Ducks, she was almost about to fall asleep.
"Is there... still something missing?" Lin Murong looked at the ten bare Beijing Roasted Ducks and always felt like something was missing.
"Ah, no. It's just like this. Take it or leave it; if not, I'm taking it back." Indeed, eating Beijing Roasted Duck wasn't just about the duck; there were other things as well, but right now, Su Yinhe was too sleepy to bother getting anything else.
