Lin Aofan cursed inwardly. In a moment of distraction, he held the meat too close to the fire. By the time he noticed, a patch had already burned, leaving him even more frustrated.
Just then, Lin Aofan suddenly heard Lu Xiaoxiao speak:
"Oh dear, Miaomiao, I think you grilled a little too much! We can't finish it all. What should we do?"
At the key words "too much," Lin Aofan instinctively pricked up his ears and couldn't help swallowing.
Since they had extra grilled meat, surely they would share some with him rather than let it go to waste?
Ahem. Not that he cared for their charity, but if they really had such a good attitude... he wouldn't mind reluctantly accepting the olive branch and making peace with them.
He, Lin Aofan, was a man, after all! There was nothing wrong with giving a few girls some leeway!
Having talked himself into it, he slowly began to smile. But before the corners of his mouth had finished rising, Lu Xiaoxiao spoke again. "In that case, let's give my brother some to try! And the director and crew, too. We can share some with them!"
Lin Aofan, who had been imagining himself eating the meat: "..."
Fuck!!!
What the hell? They would share with the opposing team but wouldn't give him any?!
Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
His face flushed red with anger, but he couldn't swallow his pride and ask for any. He could only seethe in silence.
With all that pent-up anger and nowhere to vent it, he stopped caring whether the meat in his hands was cooked or still bloody and tore into it. He bit down so viciously that he seemed to be imagining he was chewing on Lu Xiaoxiao's flesh.
Fortunes could always turn. As Lin Aofan ate,