Shi Che's gaze slightly darkened as he glanced at Ling Chuxia's busy hands and suddenly spoke in a low voice, "I'm not drinking this soup!"
Ling Chuxia, who was serving the soup, paused. She couldn't help but glance at the soup—it was his favorite fish soup, yet now he was saying he wouldn't drink it?
Ling Chuxia was puzzled, but since Shi Che wasn't drinking, she couldn't force it on him. She had to stop serving the soup and picked up her chopsticks to start eating.
Only then did Shi Che lower his gaze slightly, a quick flash of a smile crossing his eyes.
The two ate in silence, especially Ling Chuxia, who made almost no sound even when chewing. Although she had brought enough food, she seemed afraid he wouldn't have enough—she only picked at the vegetables and didn't touch any of the meat.
