"Have some soup." Li Mochan filled a bowl with soup and placed it in front of her.
Ye Jiuliang didn't hold back and picked up the spoon to drink the soup.
"Mr. Li, won't you have a drink?" Mo Su looked at Li Mochan's untouched glass, with a gentle voice, neither flattering nor fawning.
Knowing that Li Mochan wouldn't acknowledge her, Ye Jiuliang spoke up for him, "He's driving."
"Mo Yuan, this fish dish is good, eat more of it," Mo Yu said softly, as she placed a pair of chopsticks full of fish meat into Mo Yuan's bowl, "Your wound hasn't healed yet, so eat less of the fried food."
Her every action was like that of a gentle and virtuous good wife.
Mo Yuan responded with a nonchalant hum, but his chopsticks consciously avoided the fish meat she had put in his bowl.
After Ye Jiuliang made a fool of herself a few times, even if Mo Yu wasn't quick-witted, she wouldn't rashly open her mouth anymore.
The meal was rather peaceful.
