As soon as Ming Mei entered, the atmosphere instantly relaxed.
Xizeer turned his head, glanced at Ming Mei, then looked at the takeout meal box in her hand, "What's this?"
Facing Xizeer, Ming Mei was always cautious, always afraid that she and the child would get annoyed, afraid that he would dislike her. Now Ming Mei had no other thoughts, she just wanted... to keep him.
Ming Mei softly said, "This is wonton, it's really delicious. You... were abroad before, maybe... haven't had this before. Would you like to try it?"
Ming Mei took out one box after another of wontons, placing them on the table, opened the lids wide, letting the steaming smoke rise. A sprinkle of fresh green cilantro, and a translucent wonton floating in the white soup, in such a cold night, it looked exceptionally appetizing.
Ming Mei asked Xizeer, "When I went there, I forgot to ask if you have anything you avoid. The stuffing is three fresh, can you eat it?"
