Qin Yu hadn't expected his intention to be this; he could only calm down.
About half an hour later, the deliveryman brought the food to the door.
Although Nan Xian had spent over a hundred yuan, the cost of living in the Imperial City was high, so there wasn't much food delivered.
They placed the dinner on the coffee table, and Nan Xian said to Qin Yu, "Let's eat something first."
By nearly seven o'clock, Qin Yu had also become quite hungry.
He had just started eating when Nan Xian suddenly struck the air above the dinner bowl with his chopsticks.
"Don't sneak any food."
"Didn't I pay for it?"
Qin Yu looked at him puzzled, thinking he hadn't eaten much either.
"I wasn't talking about you."
Next to Nan Xian, a semi-transparent young boy was squatting.
His eyes sparkled as he stared at the food on the coffee table, continuously swallowing his saliva, wanting to reach out and grab the dishes, but he found Nan Xian staring at him.
The boy waved his hand in front of Nan Xian.
