Under Su Qingnuan's expectant gaze, Fu Yihan finally picked up his chopsticks.
His movements were slow. From picking up the chopsticks to taking the first bite, Su Qingnuan watched nervously, afraid that if she looked away for even a second, he might just throw the pork rib aside.
Slowly and methodically, he took a bite before setting the chopsticks down.
"It's alright."
"Alright" was already a decent evaluation. Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief.
"Then try this." Su Qingnuan added a piece of shredded meat to Fu Yihan's bowl. "I think this tastes really good."
It was cooked with baby ginger, carrying a rich fragrance, the kind Su Qingnuan particularly liked.
Fu Yihan glanced at the shredded meat, then looked across at Su Qingnuan.
Those clear eyes were currently filled with anticipation, shining brightly.
Fu Yihan's lips curled slightly as he picked up his chopsticks again.
Under Su Qingnuan's attentive service, Fu Yihan finally finished the bowl of rice.
