Lin Su accepted the gift, a satisfied look on her face.
"Young Master Lin, what other conditions do you have?" Ding Hai had a better idea of what to expect.
Lin Su looked down and saw Xiao Yao. The girl was resting her hands on her stomach, leaning back contentedly in her chair, seemingly unwilling to move for the moment.
"Xiao Yao, what do you want?"
Xiao Yao straightened up: "Two roast chickens!"
Everyone's eyes widened...
Xiao Yao looked at this one, then that one, leaning shyly against Lin Su: "Or, one would be fine too... Xiao Tao hasn't eaten yet..."
Lin Su tapped her head, speechless.
Her perspective was a bit narrow, but at a time like this, she was still concerned that her friend hadn't eaten—that was commendable.
Ding Hai laughed: "Ten roast chickens, ten jars of fine
