After about half an hour, dinner was ready.
Lin Yi helped to bring the dishes to the table and scooped out some rice.
Liang Jingchuan was really hungry. He didn't eat much for lunch. The reason was that when he saw the photo of Lin Yi and Lu jueming, he felt so angry that he was about to burst. He didn't even want to eat.
Soon, Liang Jingchuan finished his bowl of rice and was about to get a second bowl when he looked up to see that Lin Yi's bowl of rice had not been touched at all. She was eating like a chicken pecking at rice, grain by grain.
He furrowed his brows slightly."Is it that bad?"
"No, it's very delicious!" Lin Yi smiled."But I'm not too hungry."
When Liang Jingchuan heard this, he raised his eyebrows."You're still not going to admit that you cooked for me in the first place."
Seeing Liang Jingchuan's smug look, Lin Yi laughed."Okay, okay, okay. It's for you. Alright, go get the rice."
