Zhong Lingling was so intimidated that she dared not meet Xiang Yimo's gaze anymore.
After setting down the last dish, she served Xiang Yimo a bowl of rice. During this time, Xiang Yimo's eyes never left her face.
She divided the chopsticks for Yimo and then sat down beside him.
"I specially made your favorite Bone Soup, drink more of it!" Zhong Lingling whispered softly.
Xiang Yimo nodded.
He ladled a small bowl of soup, took the spoon, and tasted it lightly.
Zhong Lingling watched Yimo closely.
She saw a faint smile curl at the corners of Yimo's mouth as he drank the soup. "Your cooking has improved recently, the heat control was just right, and the soup is flavorful and delicious!"
Their conversation was somewhat distant and polite.
It wasn't like before when they would sit together and feed each other with such casual sweetness during meals.
