I’ve had so much chicken wings that I just don’t have the stomach for dinner. Ms. Huan’s deep fried wings smelled really good, and its fragrance filled the whole house. It smelled so appetizing, but I no longer have the stomach for anything else for a while. In the end, I had to run away to the balcony to be able to escape from this food torture.
Sang Qi didn’t stay for dinner either. He had commitments tonight, the kind that he couldn’t turn down.
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