Tang Li's hands were not idle.
As the conversation concluded, she picked up the plate of fruit again.
This time, Song Baiyan didn't take it.
He wiped his hands and placed the towel back on the table, then turned to look at Tang Li. With her bun hairstyle, holding a Japanese hand-painted ceramic plate in her hands, she resembled a sweet trap, waiting for someone to be caught.
Tang Li had already planned it out.
If Song Baiyan reached for the plate, she would use a bamboo skewer to pick up a piece of pineapple and bypass his hand to deliver the fruit directly to his mouth.
He didn't want her to 'serve' him because it made him uncomfortable.
This was precisely the effect she desired.
Just moments ago, she had been placed in a similar situation.
Tang Li's little scheme wasn't hidden deeply; Song Baiyan could see right through it at a glance.
It was just a childish trick.
Just like back in the day.
He didn't expose her, but he also didn't follow her wish.
