Even though it later turned out to just be a piece of chicken that looked a bit like that shape, that lunch still left a deep, unforgettable shadow in Rong Xingyu's young heart.
Now, just hearing the word "chicken" made him feel a strange discomfort, almost like a reflex.
When Rong Zishan saw Rong Xingyu bring out a plate of vegetables, his handsome face instantly fell.
Ever since last weekend, he had been eating vegetables for several days in a row!
Sure, in Rong Xingyu's hands even vegetarian dishes tasted great, but Rong Zishan felt like his face was literally turning green from all the greens he had been eating.
"Xiaoyu, I really know I was wrong," Rong Zishan said with both hands pressed together as if praying, trying to win him over. "I just want to eat meat again! Please, I'm begging you!"
