Why does it smell so good?
Does this fat lady really have a talent for cooking?
Jia Lan's face showed a hint of regret; if he had helped out earlier, he could have grabbed a bite to eat.
But for him to actively ask for food, that's absolutely impossible.
He utterly loathes this fat lady and doesn't want to have any association with her.
It's just a bit of barbecue; as the noble Prince of New Atlantis, what delicacies hasn't he eaten?
Jia Lan got up irritably, moved to a more distant spot to continue resting, but the aroma of the meat kept wafting into his nose. Saliva was flowing uncontrollably, and he couldn't even sleep.
Damn!
This fat lady must be doing it on purpose!
Jia Lan shot a cold glare in that direction, turned over, and tried his best to block out the smell of the meat.
But he's always disdained drinking nutrient liquid, and he hadn't eaten that evening. By now, he was already starving, driving him nearly insane, his stomach aching with hunger.
