By the time Yue Ling and Lu Tian finished their dinner, the sun was already beginning to set in the horizon. As they prepare to leave the restaurant, Madam Zhao waltz back into the dining room to walk them out.
However, she by a chance glance at the table, and she gasped in horror.
"Oh my. Child, why did you eat so little? Are you not feeling well?"
She reaches a hand to Yue Ling and places the back of her hand on Yue Ling's forehead. Her brows crease together, and she tilts her head in question.
Yue Ling's temperature was fine, so what could it be?
"Was the food not to your liking?"
Yue Ling wanted to tell Madam Zhao that she was fine, but hearing the woman's last question, she sighs a smile and shook her head.
"The meal was delicious."
She raises one hand to hold the woman's hand and gently lowers it. Her other hand place over the older hand and her smile widen.
"I ate until I was full and could not eat anymore."
