Pei Shu'er was a bit at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
She stuffed a pickled vegetable meat bun into Tang Zan's hand. Tang Zan glanced at it, his thin lips pressed into a line.
He did not take it.
She reached out and took away the black bread in Tang Zan's hand. Only then did he look up at Pei Shu'er, his eyebrows slightly raised, the corners of his mouth displeased and turned down.
Generally, if someone saw the Young Master like this, they would wish to retreat three yards away.
If the Young Master was unhappy, it could very well be life-threatening.
But Pei Shu'er simply looked at him warmly, placing the bun into his hand.
She pulled Tang Zan up, and at that moment, the dizziness in her head suddenly vanished.
A flash of insight struck her mind, but she couldn't quite catch it.
"Let's go."
Tang Zan pressed his lips together but stood up, following Pei Shu'er into the kitchen.
