Huangfu Zheng fiddled with his chopsticks, and with an effortless motion, he made it immensely pleasant to watch. He picked up a piece of crab meat and placed it into Tang Anzhi's bowl, then gave Gong Yutao a sidelong glance and spoke leisurely, "Well, we'll talk about that when donkeys fly, goodbye, don't need to see you out!"
"..." Gong Yutao's heart was clogged with frustration. Wasn't there a saying that women are like clothes and brothers are like limbs? Since when did his limb become less valued than clothes?
Watching this feeding action, he felt as if his heart had been stabbed once more.
Just look at this preferential treatment; what was happening right before his eyes said it all.
Tang Anzhi was somewhat embarrassed, after all, the man had both cooked and delivered food, so she spoke up slowly under his expectant gaze, "Gong Shao, I'll give you a like later."
