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Lin Yuan, feeling uncomfortable, caressed her chest and, with her little nose scrunched up, looked at Xia Zheng with a pained expression, "What’s wrong with him? Is he sick?"

The moment he stepped inside, he started throwing up. Could it be a fever? And his complexion, so pale, so haggard, hmm, he must be sick!

Xia Zheng extended his hand, took Lin Yuan’s small hand, and headed upstairs. As they walked, he laughed, "Yes, he is sick. But not with a common illness—it’s a severe reaction to potatoes."

A severe reaction to potatoes? What kind of illness is that?

In the elegant room on the second floor, Lin Yuan had already instructed the waiter to prepare the meal. Xia Zheng had spent the whole day in the Potato Garden, subsisting on pastries and tea, without a proper meal, and was starving until his back stuck to his front.

Now faced with a table full of delicious food, where would he find the heart to explain Lao Fan’s situation to Lin Yuan?

He picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a large bunch of vegetables, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Before even swallowing, he grabbed a Shaomai and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing muffledly.

"Don’t rush, eat slowly." Afraid he would choke, Lin Yuan hurriedly served him a bowl of Pearl tofu soup and carefully blew on it until it was cool before handing it to him.

Xia Zheng, touched by her gentle and attentive actions, chuckled and, without caring whether the soup was hot or not, picked up the bowl and gulped it down.

"I want more."

This coquettish tone was exactly like Xiao Linshuang’s. Lin Yuan shook her head amusedly and served him another bowl, stirring it slowly.

With something in his stomach, Xia Zheng no longer devoured his food like before. Lin Yuan began to chat with him while serving him dishes, "Have neither of you eaten all day? Why hasn’t Lao Fan come? I clearly sent someone to call him just now."

This was not at all like Lao Fan’s style. Whatever other things could be said, when it came to eating, he was always the first in line.

Xia Zheng grabbed a Crystal shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, "Oh, don’t wait for him. He’s had his fill today and won’t be coming to eat."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan recalled the previously mentioned severe reaction to potatoes and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you playing tricks on people again?"

As soon as Xia Zheng heard this, he raised both hands and feet in defense, "No! Absolutely not! I just asked him to try a dish. He loves potatoes so much, I was just helping him indulge!"

Just as Xia Zheng hadn’t finished speaking, the door of the elegant room was flung open like a gust of wind. Lao Fan stormed in, his mustache bristling with anger and suspicious droplets hanging from his whiskers.

"No? You little rascal dare say no!" Lao Fan picked up a pair of chopsticks and knocked them on Xia Zheng’s head, then turned around like a child who had been wronged, and complained to Lin Yuan, "You have no idea; he made me eat those awful potatoes, wuwu, utterly disgusting. They were either so salty they could kill a salt seller or so sweet they could kill a sugar merchant! You stinker, do you think I have it easy? At my age, he still bullies me like this, wuwu, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it! "

As he spoke, Lao Fan indeed started to cry, tears and snot streaming down his face, which left Lin Yuan feeling both exasperated and amused.

She glared at the gloating Xia Zheng, gently patting the sobbing Lao Fan while softly consoling, "Alright, alright, I know everything, I’ll definitely give him a good lesson. "

"How will you discipline him?" Lao Fan raised his head so quickly, reacting so fast that it completely took Lin Yuan by surprise, causing her hand patting Lao Fan to freeze in mid-air.

Seeing her silent, Lao Fan, with his beady green eyes, quickly pressed her for an answer again.