"Eat!"
Nan Jiaojiao pushed his shoulder, struggling to sit up a bit, "It was hard to make, it'd be a shame not to eat it."
She tried it, but Bo Yanching didn't hold her very tightly, allowing her to easily get down from his lap.
She hopped a few steps back to her seat.
Clearly, they were sitting face to face, but having just had the beauty in his arms, Bo Yanching was not pleased—why was this table so wide!
Nan Jiaojiao took away the dish she had burned and planned to throw it away, but Bo Yanching quickly snatched it back, "Some parts aren't burnt, you can pick them out and eat."
"Why bother?" Nan Jiaojiao glared, "This can't be eaten anymore, why make yourself suffer, what if it upsets your stomach."
"It's just made, what's the problem? It's hard to come by a meal, my dear, you should have reverence for food."
Nan Jiaojiao sat down, very convinced by his lecturing, but still muttered quietly, "Then eat less of it."
"Alright."
Actually, the dish doesn't taste that bad.
