C1937 Insufficient Remuneration

Hundred Porridge Hall, second floor, a room by the window.

Zheng Xueyu picked up the Soup Dumplings with her chopsticks, took a light bite, and then put it down.

Seeing her like this, Ye Lingtian smiled and asked, "You don't like it?"

The bashfulness on Zheng Xueyu's face was long gone, replaced by the icy coldness from before.

"The bean curd brain outside is not as good as yours