Meng Qingxue hurriedly nodded. "Yes, I ate at the canteen."
"Oh? What did you eat?"
"Steamed buns and dried tofu."
"Are you full? Not eating anymore?"
Meng Qingxue hurriedly waved her hand. "No, I'm full."
Chu He nodded.
Meng Qingxue sat opposite her and quietly watched the girl drink the porridge.
For some reason, ever since Chu He woke up from her surgery, there was something different about her.
In the past, although Chu He had also appeared cold and emotionless on the surface, she had an extremely gentle temperament.
Probably because she was a mother, she was very easy-going.
However, the Chu He she was observing now brought only one word to her mind.
"Mechanical."
Her cold and indifferent expression, and even the way she ate, made her look like a robot. She was rigid and serious, as if she had no emotions. At the same time, her carriage was very elegant and pleasing to the eye.
Like royalty.
