Chapter 90: His Flesh

"Hmm, of course," Yun Long nodded as if it was only natural, "didn't I say I'm not picky? I love everything."

Mo Jun: "...I thought you didn't eat these."

"Why?" Yun Long's expression turned serious in a flash, as if he smelled a conspiracy.

Mo Jun struggled to hold back but still couldn't help but betray Bai Lang and Shang Shi, "Because every time I prepare these foods, someone says you don't like them, so... "

"So they ate it all, and they just kept feeding me porridge?!"

"Maybe," Mo Jun realized, actually, he wasn't dumb at all, he seemed quite smart.

Yun Long finally understood why his meals had been so bland lately. Thinking about his meat being conned away and devoured, he could hardly contain the primal urge to beat someone up.

"But no worries, today I'll cook whatever you want..." Mo Jun hurried to comfort him.

"I'm going to kill them—" Yun Long, unable to control himself, charged out.

You two bastards, give me back my meat!

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