Fu Ling and Old Man Zhuge, upon hearing that Chu Yi wanted to eat something, exchanged glances without saying a word.
Before long, Fu Ling walked into the house and brought out a large flatbread for Chu Yi.
"Eat it. This will do you some good."
Chu Yi was ravenous, and as for whether this flatbread was beneficial to him or not, he couldn't care less.
Opening his mouth, he devoured the flatbread in a few big bites. When he was finished, his greedy eyes remained fixed on Fu Ling.
Fu Ling snorted, "Stop staring. I'm not giving you any more food."
Chu Yi muttered under his breath, "So stingy—it's just a piece of flatbread."
"Oh, and if I wasn't stingy, would you give me one?"
Fu Ling's sharp tongue left Chu Yi speechless.
Chu Yi realized he was becoming more and more like Little Fatty—always thinking about food. He wondered if it had anything to do with all the cultivation techniques he was currently studying.
It seemed Fu Ling had lost her patience.
