"Fu Xiang Zhai's roast duck really lives up to its reputation." Tao Xingxing covered her round belly, a satisfied expression on her face.
As the two walked out of Fu Xiang Zhai's entrance, a thought seemed to cross Tao Xingxing's mind, and her little face suddenly fell.
"I'm definitely going to gain five pounds when I weigh myself tomorrow morning, it's over, it's over..."
She glanced at Ming Jing beside her and snorted, "I treated you to roast duck, and all you did was drink water on the side. How could you resist such a delicious roast duck? No wonder you're so thin; it's not something ordinary people can accomplish."
Ming Jing said, "I don't have dinner to lose weight."
"Then why?" Tao Xingxing suddenly remembered the rumor that Ming Jing had grown up in the Nunnery.
She felt a bit distressed, "But didn't you return to lay life already? It's okay to eat a little."