"Mama, this uncle sure eats a lot."
After dinner, Zhao Xiaole whispered his complaint to Su Lu.
"..." Su Lu also felt that, to be honest, if Jing Qiao hadn't made a generous portion, there almost wouldn't have been enough to eat.
He was clearly a young master of the Beijing Song Family, the cream of the crop among the wealthy, yet he seemed like someone who had just been let out of jail.
Su Lu only knew one person released from a cell, that one named Bo, who even ate gracefully and delicately.
However, this young master of the Beijing Song Family, while eating gracefully and delicately, was essentially inhaling his food like a storm.
To be honest, if it weren't for seeing how quickly the food was disappearing, Su Lu wouldn't have noticed just how much Song Boyuan had eaten.
This really took...some talent.
Zhao Xiaole, on the other hand, was direct and sharp, realizing it immediately.
