Da Bao spoke, laughing as he reached out to grab her free hand and pressed it against his stomach.
Nuonuo blushed, quickly retracting her hand from Da Bao's grasp, holding her bowl with both hands, pretending to seriously drink her soup with her head down.
Seeing Nuonuo's flushed face, Da Bao's mood inexplicably brightened, a rare mischievous smile appearing at the corners of his lips.
"Aren't you going to ask me how it tastes?"
The term 'rare' doesn't mean Da Bao is always stern and serious.
It's just that Da Bao has always been gentle and considerate towards Nuonuo; he rarely plays tricks or pranks on her.
Nuonuo acted as if she hadn't heard his question, persistently keeping her head down and gulping her soup.
Da Bao thought she didn't care about his opinion at all, but unexpectedly, after she finished her soup, she lifted her head and murmured awkwardly, "I know, what I made tastes awful."
