Nian Shutong, who had been busy all afternoon, closed the shop and quickly returned to the backyard.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she could see Fu Yunhe cooking through the kitchen window.
She simply went outside the window, leaned on the windowsill, and watched Fu Yunhe cook.
"Open your mouth."
Nian Shutong obediently opened her mouth, and a crispy fried radish and meatball was fed to her.
"Crunch, crunch."
"Delicious."
After finishing one, Nian Shutong opened her mouth again with a sound, and Fu Yunhe used chopsticks to pick up another for her.
Nian Shutong, after eating, opened her mouth once more.
Fu Yunhe simply placed the bowl on the windowsill and gave her a pair of chopsticks.
"Eat."
Nian Shutong cheerfully took the chopsticks and started eating by herself.
After eating several, the bowl of meatballs in front of her suddenly disappeared, and she watched as Fu Yunhe took it away again.
"Can you take back what you've given?"
"If I made it, then yes."
