Barbecue means there's food to eat.
Ah, food, wonderful food.
He liked it.
He liked everything edible.
Fangfang liked it too.
Because Lin Murong liked it.
Outdoor barbecue, if you want to grill, you first have to clear a space.
Where does the space come from? The nearby ground was occupied by those adorable plants.
Just snatch it.
And who would do the snatching? That, of course, would be Lin Murong.
He took Fangfang and struggled to compete with those green plants for territory.
Fangfang was in charge of cheering, while Lin Murong was in charge of the battle.
Fangfang could not only cheer but also jeer.
Don't ask how Lin Murong knew, because he had heard it.
Why had he heard it? Of course, because he... no, he couldn't.
Damn it.
Why were the plants here so aggressive?
Damn.
He was still frustrated. Why didn't he have a space of his own? If he had a space, he could provide ingredients for the barbecue, and then he wouldn't just be freeloading.
