Be conservative in measuring strength No way

Lin Yu: “...”

This lousy line actually got you going?

And somehow you linked it to our first time...

Lin Yu was left completely speechless.

These days...

There weren’t many girls who could leave him at a loss for words.

He took the photo paper from Chi Qingchi and began waving it even faster.

Before long...

The image slowly emerged.

In the photo, Lin Yu and Little Chi’s poses and expressions were spot-on.

They had captured that sweet, flirtatious feeling of young love perfectly.

When Chi Qingchi saw the developed photo—

A smile appeared on her face again.

“Hehe...”

“Looking at it this way, Little Lin, you really are so tall!”

On the surface, she was complimenting Lin Yu.

But in reality...

She was calculating the difference in their heights.

In the photo, their height difference looked especially harmonious.

“Hm?”

Before Little Chi could take a closer look—

Whoosh! Lin Yu snatched the photo away.

“We agreed I’d keep it. Don’t go taking it from me just because it turned out nice.”

“I can hold it for you to look at. You can stare at it as long as you want.”

Chi Qingchi pursed her lips and said with mock annoyance,

“Hmph! You cheapskate!”

“I’ll keep my word. It’s not like I’d fight you for it!”

“If I said you can have it, then you can have it...”

Though she was complaining, Chi Qingchi was secretly delighted.

Her gaze shifted to the rule board for the big-eater contest.

She took the initiative to bring up the important matter at hand:

“Little Lin, how many skewers do you think we should start our challenge with?”

According to the rules posted there,

the challenge could begin with the basic number of ten skewers.

After finishing them,

they could ask the owner to add more skewers.

However, since giant red-willow skewers weren’t prepared in such large quantities beforehand,

if there were no ready-made extras left after they finished, they would have to wait at least two or three minutes.

Of course,

if a couple was confident in their abilities,

they could choose to challenge fifteen, twenty, or even more skewers right from the start.

The only catch was that if they failed the challenge, the amount they had to pay would increase accordingly.

Chi Qingchi still wanted to hear Lin Yu’s opinion.

She had a fairly good estimate of her own capacity.

But she couldn’t quite gauge Lin Yu’s appetite.

“How many skewers do you think you can eat in twenty minutes?” Lin Yu asked Chi Qingchi first.

As a food expert,

Little Chi surely had a clear understanding of her own abilities.

Chi Qingchi first raised her left hand, spreading all five fingers.

Then,

she raised her right hand as well, showing another five.

Lin Yu: “???”

Ten skewers in twenty minutes?!

What kind of insane appetite was that?

For an ordinary petite girl, one skewer would probably already be enough to fill her up.

And these weren’t some tiny meat skewers—they were giant red-willow skewers!

A single chunk of meat was about the size of a whole regular skewer.

By that calculation...

Little Chi’s appetite was downright unbelievable!

“I wouldn’t normally eat that much. It’s just because it’s a competition...”

Chi Qingchi hurriedly tried to explain herself.

She was afraid that the number she had blurted out would scare Lin Yu.

They had only just made their relationship official.

If her appetite made him feel burdened by her already,

wouldn’t that be completely counterproductive?

Lin Yu merely shrugged and said,

“It’s fine. We’re about the same.”

“I can probably manage about ten skewers myself.”

“Or maybe we could start by challenging ourselves to twenty?”

Lin Yu casually threw out a high-difficulty option and waited for Chi Qingchi to make a decision.

The moment Chi Qingchi heard Lin Yu’s suggestion, she froze on the spot.

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