After the meal, Leng Yebai's face was green, and when he burped, it smelled like chives.
Bai Xiqin silently distanced herself from Leng Yebai.
Sometimes, love is just that fragile.
Leng Yebai's face stiffened for a moment, and he silently ran to the bus to brush his teeth like crazy.
Bai Yifan and Bai Anhai began to tidy up the scene, cleaning the barbecue skewers that no one ate.
The leftovers were mostly vegetable skewers, and Bai Yifan and Bai Anhai were never picky eaters from a young age.
Seeing that no one else was eating, the father and son brought a stool over, sat on it, and started eating.
The iron skewer was almost sparking from their eating speed.
Bai Anhai, being slightly chubby, had a protruding belly, but his face wasn't greasy.
He wasn't chubby because he was greedy for food, but because every time he cooked, he was afraid there wouldn't be enough for the family, afraid his wife and kids would go hungry.
