Cheng Qingchong stared at Song Qingchun for a while, and when the latter still hadn't moved, she once more reminded her, "Miss Song?"
"Huh?" Song Qingchun raised her head to look at Cheng Qingchong. She realized the other woman wasn't going to say anything, so she followed Cheng Qingchong's gaze, which was fixed on her palm. Song Qingchun then realized the napkins Cheng Qingchong had handed her earlier had now been scrunched up into a ball.
She laughed awkwardly at Cheng Qingchong and placed the napkins on the table to flatten them out. She wiped the back of her palm hurriedly before tossing them all away.
She grabbed the chopsticks and continued to eating. However, Cheng Qingchong realized that, even though the chopsticks were moving, they weren't carrying any rice.
