"Would you like more duck blood?"
Leng Yebai's cold voice rang out again.
Zhang Yiming wiped the red chili oil from the corner of his mouth and shook his head.
A large strainer filled with a spoonful of oily duck blood was quickly poured into Zhang Yiming's bowl.
Zhang Yiming: ...
He'll probably be the first zombie to be fed by his rival and die from overeating.
Bai Xizhu glanced at the bowl Zhang Yiming was holding and said quietly, "Little Ming, can you finish this?"
Zhang Yiming silently moved the bowl closer to him, and nodded with difficulty, "Yes!"
You can't just give food that's been smeared with your own saliva to someone else!
It will turn other people into cute little ones!
Zhang Yiming doesn't mind having a few more adorable little creatures in the world.
What bothered him was that those little cuties couldn't be surnamed Bai.
Zhang Yiming finished his food without expression, under Bai Xizhu's resentful gaze.
After eating several large bowls, even the zombie king shed tears.
The evil sieve reached out again, and Zhang Yiming decisively threw away the empty bowl in his hand.
Snap!
The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"I'm not eating anymore, I'm full."
Zhang Yiming silently touched his slightly protruding belly, his face twitching almost imperceptibly.
Even if he can't feel the fullness, he can feel it with his hands. It feels like he's about to burst.
"Are you really full? Won't you have any more?"
Leng Yebai asked Zhang Yiming again with a look of "concern".
The concern is that Zhang Yiming might not have enough to eat, and if he personally helps to scoop out the vegetables, it could lead to cross-infection.
Then we'll all become adorable little screamers.
"I'm absolutely full."
Zhang Yiming's gentle face twisted slightly, with a hint of gritted teeth.
"Are you really full?"
Leng Yebai glanced at Zhang Yiming with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
Why does he always see the cute little ones on the street as being hungry?
It pounces on anyone it sees, and even with its belly bulging, it will open its blood-red mouth without hesitation and devour any food it sees.
They seem to have no idea what it feels like to be full.
Leng Yebai opened his mouth, about to ask some strange questions, but was interrupted by Zhang Yiming.
"I'm really full, you can give these to Xiaozhu!"
Zhang Yiming's lips twitched as he pushed the strainer in front of Bai Xizhu.
Seeing that Zhang Yiming really didn't want it anymore, Leng Yebai poured all the vegetables from the strainer into Bai Xizhu's bowl.
Bai Xizhu looked at the food in her bowl, then at Leng Yebai and Zhang Yiming.
Deep in my heart, a seed of doubt was planted.
Leng Yebai and Zhang Yiming, could they be...?
Zhang Yiming silently took a step back, leaving the giant iron pot that terrified the zombie king, and quietly found a place to sit on the ground.
His gentle gaze fell on Bai Xizhu again, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
Could it be that Xiaozhu likes men with mental problems?
Zhang Yiming rested his chin on his hands, lost in thought.
Compared to a man with mental problems and a mental illness, where exactly did he lose?
Is it because I'm not silly enough?
That's not fair!
Because his stomach was already bulging, Zhang Yiming found it difficult to curl up in one place, and he couldn't lower his hand that was supporting his chin too much.
Then, Bai Xizhu saw a handsome man with a warm and sunny appearance holding his chin high, looking deep in thought.
His chin was raised too high, making his head and body seem separated.
It's a bit...like hanging.
Bai Xizhu shook her head slightly and then looked at Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai maintained a cool and aloof demeanor, occasionally looking at him with doting eyes, while the large strainer in his hand was filled with food.
Every now and then, it would raise its head in Zhang Yiming's direction.
It's as if it's asking, "Are you still going to eat?"
Bai Xizhu pursed her thin lips.
Where exactly did I fall short compared to Zhang Yiming?
Is it just because I'm a woman?
That's not fair!
Leng Yebai frowned slightly on his cold face and silently stood opposite Bai Xizhu, blocking her view of Zhang Yiming.
Why did Xiaozhu keep glancing at Zhang Yiming?
Am I about to fall out of favor?
Where exactly did I fall short compared to Zhang Yiming?
Is it just because he eats a lot?
That's not fair!
Throughout the meal, the three of them took turns looking at each other several times.
They both felt that the other was their love rival.
This meal took two hours to finish, and we finally managed to finish it with great difficulty.
Fan Tangtang stood obediently beside his parents, behaving like a quiet, well-behaved child.
"Xiao Zhu, shouldn't we go?" Leng Yebai glanced at Zhang Yiming. "The sun is almost setting."
Zhang Yiming used his hands to support himself as he stood up, his body slightly unsteady, and the gentle smile on his face became somewhat dazed.
He was probably the first zombie king to be so full from a hot pot that he could barely walk.
How shameful!
Fan Tangtang felt an immense pressure pressing down on him again, and his body swayed slightly.
His dark, large eyes blinked innocently, misty with a hazy quality.
What did he do this time?!
Why is Brother Zhang unhappy again?
He didn't do anything!
I glanced at the other person, but they didn't seem to notice anything.
Only he could withstand this immense pressure!
He suspected that Brother Zhang disliked him, but he had no proof.
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