Back home, his mother used to dry and roast pumpkin seeds as a snack. It had been a long time since Han Qingyu had some, and he had missed the taste.

It was also dinner time. As the Refusers had summoned him before he could get any food, he was starving and desperately needed something to tide him over.

Before he knew it, he’d become exactly the type of impatient person he’d just been thinking about, chewing the shells along with the seeds. Tu Zi sat there carefully cracking them open one by one, watching as Han Qingyu scooped up five, six, seven, eight at a time and tossed them into his mouth.

It didn’t take long for Han Qingyu’s pile to nearly vanish.

Tu Zi glanced at his pitiful pile and silently pushed his own over. Then, digging around in his coat pocket for a while, he managed to fish out one more tiny handful.

Only just noticing his ravenous behavior, Han Qingyu glanced down at the table, then back up at Tu Zi with a sheepish expression. “Sorry about that, Baldy....