The others can only be described as edible; they're not particularly delicious.
However, Ye Fan was not picky. Considering someone like Shuang'Er, who clearly never lifted a finger for household chores before, could cook like this, it was already beyond his expectations.
"Shuang'Er, our plan... "
"Let's not talk about that. Can we eat first?"
Shuang'Er's expression changed slightly, and she clinked glasses with Ye Fan again to drink.
Ye Fan drank with her, and each time he tried to bring up the assassination mission, Shuang'Er would interrupt him.
Just like that, the two of them kept drinking until evening.
They finished more than a dozen bottles of liquor from the case, leaving both a bit tipsy.
Feeling like they might fall if they drank any more, they went together to the balcony on the second floor.
Ye Fan saw Shuang'Er carrying a bag of steamed buns, at least thirty to forty of them.
"No way, can you still eat?"
