His stomach growled, and Feng Bai, annoyed, lowered his head and addressed his own belly, "Stop complaining. I know you're hungry. It's not like I want this. He's making food for his girlfriend, and I'm not her."
Outside, Steward Ming thought someone had daringly entered the kitchen and went to check. His face fell when he saw what was happening.
What did he see? He actually found Master Li down there? And Feng Bai was still standing behind, watching? What was the situation now? Was he dreaming?
He rubbed his eyes, but the scene before him was unchanged. Shaking his head, he turned and quietly left.
This was serious; it seemed Feng Bai truly could not be offended.
The tempting aroma of noodles wafted over, and Feng Bai's mouth watered with hunger. He was so hungry and really wanted to eat.
Li Jingmo brought over a bowl of freshly cooked tomato and egg noodles to Feng Bai, who looked up with hungry, greedy eyes, nearly making him laugh out loud.
