[I'm a snack factory owner, and this is a snack-marketing genius, guaranteed.]
[Umm, I keep swinging between wanting to try it and wanting to puke.]
[The beetle diligently memorizing the route: you're so great, so noble. I'm working while you're having a team-building dinner.]
[I couldn't resist and finally placed an order... Hopefully I won't remember Four-Claw crawling all over the floor when I eat them.]
[Perhaps you've heard of Murphy's law?]
[You'll definitely remember.]
The boneless chicken feet were pickled-pepper flavored. As the snack provider's favorite, Qi Gu naturally received the most. After he ate several in a row, the heat built on his lips and tongue. His usually cool lips grew red and swollen, and he unconsciously parted them to suck in cool air, trying to ease the heat, even sticking out the tip of his tongue...
Seeing Qi Gu toss the wrapper into the trash bag, Lin Hanzhi was about to hand him another without looking up, but his keen ears caught Qi Gu's quiet gasp. He raised his eyes, and that was the... sight that greeted him.
His breathing quickened a little in an instant. Instead, Lin Hanzhi took a can of Want Want Milk from his backpack, casually pulled the tab, and offered it to Qi Gu.
Qi Gu took it and drank a great mouthful. The other three, who were also suffering from the pickled peppers' assault, all turned shining eyes on Lin Hanzhi, practically ready to kneel and cry, "Er Yuehong has come to beg for milk!"
"There was only one can," Lin Hanzhi said without much apology in his voice.
Hearing that, Qi Gu quietly drank faster.
[Hahahaha, seriously, Empress Bro, you really do play favorites.]
[LMAO, is having only one can why he opened the tab for Gugu so fast