C90 I'm Dying of Laughter

Shao Junhao nodded. There was nothing he could do even if he was not used to the smell. At most, he could ask Nie Yuning to make some supper for him at night. He would not be hungry.

Xia Qian walked to Qin Feiyan's side and opened the leather paper bag in her hand. She used a long and thin bamboo stick to fork out a small piece of stinky tofu dry with some chili on it