From beginning to end, Xia Cheng showed sincere intentions, and the dishes were all favorites of Zhong Min. Moreover, Xia Cheng's face constantly wore a bright smile as he chatted incessantly.
Zhong Min didn't speak; she just kept her head down, eating.
"Xiao Min, you know, I personally made all these dishes for you. I know you like sweet things, so I made..."
Although Zhong Min didn't speak, Xia Cheng was enthusiastic, talking on his own.
Finally, when Zhong Min had almost finished eating, she looked up at Xia Cheng. Seeing Xia Cheng's radiant smile, Zhong Min was somewhat doubtful.
Was what she heard that night true, or could a person really disguise themselves like this?
Seeing Zhong Min staring at him in a daze, Xia Cheng awkwardly smiled and blushed a bit, asking, "Did I say something wrong?"
Zhong Min shook her head and continued eating.
"Is it good?" Xia Cheng asked.
