C1278 The Silver Scale Breastplate

The aroma of sizzling meat filled the air.

Su Hu placed the first piece of lamb from the pot into Yeh Qingchi's bowl, glancing over with a sly look. "Hey, do you have any money left?"

Yeh Qingchi habitually picked up the lamb from his bowl but didn't eat it. "What for?"

"I want to buy something."

Yeh Qingchi raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued