"Actually, it doesn't hurt that much anymore, but Ju Mengmeng's eyes rolled around as she said, 'Of course it hurts! You don't believe me? Try it yourself.'
Little brat!
Liang Zhouxian felt a lump in his chest: A dog can't spit out ivory! What kind of language is she using?
He stayed silent for a while before finally squeezing out the words, 'Are you hungry? I'll go buy you some food.'
After a chaotic night, it was already 5:30 in the morning, and breakfast had become available. It shouldn't be too hard to buy something now and likely to satisfy this little ancestor's demands.
Liang Zhouxian thought to himself.
Sure enough, right after he spoke, Ju Mengmeng's eyes swirled again, and she suddenly said cheerfully, 'Then go buy some spicy crawfish! I want it extra spicy!'
Crawfish? And extra spicy?!!
Liang Zhouxian's face darkened. Was it not this little rascal who was in agony all last night?!
He flatly refused, 'No, you can't eat spicy food right now, and no crawfish either.'
