Brother Xin took it and looked at it, very pleased.
After putting on the clothes, Brother Xin touched his stomach, "Brother Mu Han, I'm hungry."
"I'll make you something delicious, just wait."
"I want to eat roast chicken." Brother Xin swallowed his saliva.
"Ah, roast chicken, huh?"
"Don't have any?" Brother Xin touched his rumbling stomach.
"We do, but we have to catch one in the mountains, it'll take a few hours, and I'm worried you'll be hungry. How about I make you something else first, and after eating, we'll go up the mountain to catch wild chickens?"
"Okay."
Mu Han cooked noodles for him, watching Brother Xin eat with relish; Mu Han couldn't resist pinching his steamed bun face again.
"By the way, Brother Xin, why were you injured on the mountain that day, and all internal injuries at that?"
"I don't know either, I just somehow ended up in your world." Brother Xin's mouth was stuffed full, making his chubby bun face even cuter.
"Our world? What do you mean?"
