"Eh, is he trying to win the love of others?" I glanced at the nine cigarettes with a silly smile. Fortunately, there was no abnormal sign on my face, so I ate them with a guilty conscience. The sour taste was sweet and melted in my mouth, and then I couldn't help praising, "Delicious."
Fu Su smiled in satisfaction. He dug out a spoon and placed it on the small plate. "Then eat a bit more, but you have to keep your stomach for dumplings."
The group of people in cyan, upon seeing him move his chopsticks, began to eat seriously. The two of them chatted with each other occasionally, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Only Cheng Yu Pavilion was stunned with his chopsticks in front of the dumplings in the bowl, and his eyebrows squeezed together.
###Chapter63,An Unpredictable Faint of Farewe
