Ya Tianxing successfully discovered that his own attraction was actually less than a hot pot, and his heart had an indescribable sense of defeat.
...No wonder.
"Here, little foodie."
Watching the beef get cooked, Ya Tianxing simply fished it all out and put it in Mo Shangjun's bowl.
"I can't eat that much." Mo Shangjun said politely.
"Really?"
Ya Tianxing raised an eyebrow at her, amused.
"... It'll get cold in a minute." Mo Shangjun said honestly.
Ya Tianxing handed her the bowl.
Soon, Mo Shangjun divided a little bit of meat to him - well, really a little, just two pieces.
Noticing Ya Tianxing's resentful gaze, Mo Shangjun stingily gave him another piece and then firmly embarked on her path of food guarding.
"Childish."
Ya Tianxing laughed softly, his tone indulgent and doting.
There were plenty of ingredients; no need to fight over this bit with her, so Ya Tianxing put some more in.
Mo Shangjun feasted on the mountain of meat.
