There was no problem that food could not solve.
Shen Qianshu transferred the food on the takeout boxes into plates and took the soup out. She had a strong taste for food while he liked things to be bland. Almost all the food that she picked were his favorites. On the dining table, it was really silent, and nobody spoke. There was only the sound of chopsticks and bowls hitting each other. It was light and faint, and it sounded a little cold.
