She couldn't help but refute him, and when she saw his glare, she quickly said: "Okay, let's not quarrel."
"Humph, let me explain in advance, I'm not caring about you, I just don't want someone to become a cripple and embarrass me." He said somewhat viciously.
Han Yixing moved his mouth but didn't make a sound. Anyway, let him get over it and keep his mouth open for a while to eat the barbecue. He is a domineering and childish uncle, she thought secretly in her heart.
"Hey, why aren't you talking?" Meng Beichen asked uncomfortably. It was too quiet in the night on this mountain. He really hoped that she would continue to quarrel with him now.
As soon as this perverted thought came out, he frowned. He was so abnormal today.[
"I'm hungry."
Han Yixing rolled her eyes at him, supported her chin with one hand, and stared closely at the meat skewers in her hand. It was already smoking, and she didn't know when it would be cooked. Damn it, the meat she had just grilled must have been cooked, but he snatched it away.
Gone.
Just thinking about it, two skewers of grilled beef were handed to her. Han Yixing swallowed her saliva and asked with a smile: "Is this for me?" She was really a villain.
"Did I purposely wave it in front of you and then take it back to eat?" Did he really doubt what the structure of this woman's brain was? He still had to ask about such an obvious thing.
"It's not impossible." She whispered, and quickly snatched it away, fearing that he would regret it.
He glared at her and said nothing else. He watched her finish it in a few seconds, twitched her mouth, and handed over a few more skewers. She refused to accept them all, like a little pig. She was really hungry.
For two days, she only ate breakfast and then ate dinner like crazy.
When Han Yixing had almost eaten, he asked in surprise: "Why don't you eat?"
Meng Beichen stared at her, very speechless: "You just remembered that I didn't eat it. I didn't know who it was just now. I didn't even give it to her, and she thought she came to snatch it."
Han Yixing was embarrassed. When she was hungry, she would become a little confused, and then she would become confused between friends and foes. Looking at the almost-baked fish in her hand, she handed it over with great reluctance.
"I'm not letting you eat it. This fish looks so delicious."
Meng Beichen laughed. This was the first time he heard such a description, "You still have some conscience."