"Are we friends?" Yang Yunhai glanced at him with a faint phoenix eye, "I didn't know that."
Damn... Yang Yunhai's just like that.
Qiu Haoyu wanted to curse upon hearing this.
Even though they never saw eye to eye since they were young, they did grow up together, always bickering whenever they met and finding fault with each other.
Still, he thought they should at least be considered friends.
Even if it's just ordinary friendship.
But this guy?
So stingy.
He wouldn't even give him a bowl of fish soup, knowing full well he loves it.
Besides, as he heard, the water should come from the mountains, making the soup incredibly delicious.
Just one bowl, what a miser.
However, Yang Yunhai couldn't care less about Qiu Haoyu's rich inner drama, even unaware that Haoyu was secretly calling him a miser in his heart.
Calmly ladling a bowl of soup for Gu Lingling, "Come try it, see how it is?"
The fish soup had been simmering for a while, now looking milky and very tempting.
