The Spirit of Sharing

"Also?"

Luo Ye caught the key word in Su A'ru's sentence. He shot her a sharp look and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean, also pretty? Who else could be prettier than her?"

Su A'ru was startled by Luo Ye's expression. For a moment, she had no idea what to say, afraid that one wrong word might upset the brother in front of her.

Noticing her reaction, Luo Ye coughed lightly and hurriedly said, "I mean, the sister beside me is already this beautiful. I don't believe anyone could be as beautiful as her."

"But the sister from last time was very pretty too. Both sisters are very pretty."

"Who?" Luo Ye asked.

"Big Sister Tang Enqi."

"Impossible!"

Luo Ye blurted out, "How could Tang Enqi be prettier than Fairy Senior Sister—"

Before he could finish, Su Baizhou's gaze had already fixed on his face.

Her expression seemed to say: Go on. Let's see if you die.

Luo Ye admitted that he was too straightforward, but he refused to admit that anyone in this world was prettier than Fairy Senior Sister.

Still, intimidated by Fairy Senior Sister's authority, he muttered quietly:

"They're both pretty, both pretty."

"The roast chicken is ready!"

Someone shouted, and Su A'ru's eyes immediately lit up. She got up and ran over, looking thrilled.

Luo Ye and Su Baizhou also stood up and turned to look.

Luo Ye rarely ate game like roast chicken, and Su Baizhou rarely made it either.

But humanity's ancestors had lived on wild game, so even modern people instinctively liked such things.

"One chicken for every two people, one chicken for every two people."

There were a little over ten of them. Since the Village Chief had taken their money, he was not stingy and directly slaughtered seven chickens.

"A'ru, come