Su Qingnuan silently picked out the carrots, without asking why.
Fu Yihan quietly watched her. When she was picking out the carrots, her brows furrowed, as if she felt sorry for the food, or perhaps found it troublesome.
That conflicted expression, for some reason, entered Fu Yihan's eyes and brought him a strange sense of comfort.
After a while, Su Qingnuan put down her chopsticks and smiled faintly. "Done."
"Hmm." Fu Yihan straightened his posture, casually retracting his gaze. "Let's eat."
The food on the table clearly wasn't a portion for one person. Su Qingnuan hesitated for a moment as she watched Fu Yihan eat with his usual calm demeanor, then finally picked up her chopsticks.
Better to swallow her words and take the initiative, rather than anger him again.
Apparently, the result was a good one.
Fu Yihan glanced at her, a subtle smile in his eyes, but he didn't say anything critical.
