Qiao Chengxun sat beside her, watching his wife eat so intently, the corners of his lips curving into a charming arc. His right hand hung naturally, trembling slightly from numbness, but he didn't pay it any mind.
In the blink of an eye, a third of the fruit platter was gone. Wen Meimei contentedly rubbed her stomach and turned to look at the man appreciating her eating.
"Chengxun, my stomach is full, but I'm still not satisfied, what should I do?"
"How about having Qingqing pack it up for you to take home?"
Qiao Chengxun suggested softly, though he might not actually pack these things, he'd be happy to do so if Meimei wanted to eat them.
"Alright, let's pack it up to take home!" Wen Meimei exclaimed with delight, grabbing a glass of freshly squeezed mango juice. Despite her full stomach, she couldn't help but take several sips.
Qiao Chengxun indulgently rubbed her small round face, "Don't drink so much juice with a full stomach."
