"No need, I really like these." Chu Heng saw her lightly furrowed brows and the concerned look in her eyes, and he knew what she was thinking.
Seeing her so wholeheartedly consider him, Chu Heng felt a warmth in his heart, a certain comfort.
He grabbed her hand and had her sit next to him.
Ye Muyu originally felt it would be more convenient and spacious for them to sit separately.
But since Chu Heng wanted to pull her over, she naturally wouldn't refuse. She was more than willing to spoil her own man.
After sitting down, Ye Muyu saw him eating with his injured hand without changing his expression.
She quickly reached out to stop him, "Hey, I'll feed you."
"Which dish do you want to eat?" Ye Muyu glanced at the dishes on the table, her gaze involuntarily falling on those that were sweet.
Upon looking, she noticed that the dishes Chu Heng liked seemed to be the ones she made. As for other dishes, though Chu Heng didn't dislike them, he wasn't particularly fond of them either.
