Arriving at the spacious balcony on the second floor, Luo Chen found Zhao Dongfang still buried in the food, devouring like a reincarnated hungry ghost. His hands worked in tandem, grabbing a piece of exquisite pastry in one hand, chewing with big bites, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
Luo Chen sat down powerlessly on a vine chair nearby, looking at Zhao Dongfang, with a trace of helplessness in his tone: "Zhao Dongfang, we should head back..."
Zhao Dongfang only lifted his head slightly, mouth stuffed with food, mumbling indistinctly, "Why? Let me eat a little longer, these pastries here are just too delicious!" With that, he lowered his head again and continued to eat voraciously.
Looking at his gluttonous appearance, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. He frowned and urged, "After all, this isn't a place to linger, let's head back early to avoid any mishaps later."
