Chapitre 91: The Key

Fei Chuan opened the container, and the delicious smell of sweet and sour pork filled the room.

Bei Sangyun gulped. The aroma was so enticing that her stomach grumbled.

Fei Chuan passed the container to her, and then he silently opened his own meal.

A mouthwatering aroma of soy sauce and spice spread around.

Bei Sangyun was enticed by the two dishes, and she immediately picked up her chopsticks with her right hand. However, the bandage around her hand prevented her from holding the two chopsticks.

The chopsticks fell down and rolled on the table.

Bei Sangyun: "...."

Fei Chuan saw her dumb expression and passed a fork to her. He didn't forget to mock her, "Picking up chopsticks using your injured hand? Even three-year-olds are better than you."

Bei Sangyun didn't mind his insult. She felt that Fei Chuan could mock her all he wanted, as long as Grandma Pei's pastries were within reach, her patience would be as long as the Nile River.