A single sentence left Yu Zexiao fuming.
He indeed rarely ate airplane meals. Normally, when Jian Anning flew with him, she would eat, and he would just watch, not feeling anything about it. But now, he wasn't eating alone, while a group of familiar faces around him started their meals. He woke up early and hadn't eaten anything; sitting in his seat, smelling the wafts of food aroma nearby, it was unbearably uncomfortable.
Especially with Situ Xuan sitting behind, eating and speaking gently to her, "Would you like some soup? The mushroom soup isn't too bad. The codfish is also very tender."
Jian Anning twitched her mouth, shook her head, and said, "I'll give it a try."
Beside him, Cheng Tingting immediately said, "Zero, do you want to have some breakfast? The breakfast here tastes pretty good."
