Bae Chi, despite wanting to save face, couldn't withstand the hunger that made his chest cling to his back. After an internal struggle, he put aside his pride, walked over to the tea table, moved the little stool Li Beijue had just used to apply medication for him, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.
"Mmm."
The table full of dishes were all his favorites, especially the boiled beef.
Bae Chi was famished, his appetite wide open; he didn't care about his image, and after rapidly eating, he wiped his mouth and raised his head. Finally, there was some storage in his stomach, and he said to the man on the sofa next to him, "I told Chi Enen that we're heading back soon."
"Mm." Li Beijue frowned and glanced at him, his thin lips brushing, "Don't talk while eating!"
No talking while eating, no speaking while sleeping, this was something Old Master Li taught him from a young age.
