"Brother Yan Chen? How does it taste?"
Shen Yanchen ate elegantly and nodded, "Hmm."
"Is it spicy?"
"I eat spicier food than you."
Gu Qimiao smiled, "I thought you didn't really eat this..."
Shen Yanchen raised an eyebrow, "You should eat too."
She had been a foodie since she was young; even though she had just had dinner, seeing her favorite food made her crave it.
As expected, as soon as Shen Yanchen finished speaking, she picked up the chopsticks with a smile, "I'll just have a taste."
The "taste" turned into her eating more than half the bowl. Shen Yanchen ate half and then put down his chopsticks, feeling it was a pity. She finished the rest.
Seeing she had eaten to her heart's content, Shen Yanchen took her for a walk by the river. It was getting late, so he took her home.
Looking at her place and thinking about his cold and empty home, he felt a little uncomfortable. He needed to think of a way quickly.
