"Gulp!"
The grape skin was swallowed.
But it wasn't Xiang Yuan—it was Chan'er.
Seeing Xiang Yuan open his mouth wide and lean in with that ugly, shameless face, Chan'er feared she might reward him, so she didn't spit it out.
"Shameless!"
Chan'er ground her teeth with a creak, then suddenly thought of something. She tested him, saying, "You, take out the fasting pills. Five—no, ten. Eat them all."
Xiang Yuan had endured humiliation and heavy burdens as an undercover agent. Right now, he was like an honest man held at knifepoint by a robber—how could he refuse? He took out a porcelain bottle and poured out ten fasting pills.
"Not those!"
Chan'er flew into a rage. Leaning forward, she seized Xiang Yuan by the collar, her silver teeth clenched as she forced out each word through the gaps: "Stop playing dumb with me. Those huge meatballs that weigh a jin each—eat ten jin of them. Miss even one bite, and I'll count it as you being unable to keep up the act."
Her words burned with fury and brimmed with resentment.
Xiang Yuan silently nodded, put away the ten fasting pills, pressed Chan'er back into place by the shoulder, then waved a hand. Ten enormous lion's-head meatballs lined up across the tea table.
Come to think of it, he hadn't even had dinner yet!
"Snort, snort..."
"Slurp, gulp—"
Seeing Xiang Yuan obey so readily, eating the moment she told him to eat, Chan'er was overjoyed. Her face full of anticipation, she waited for the scene where he could eat no more and would voluntarily surrender and beg for mercy.
Yet it never came. A full ten jin of fasting pills went down at an even pace. From the look of it, he still hadn't had his fill.
Then he pulled