Chi Huan looked at the thermal container, her gaze moving downward—
And then she froze.
Because in An Ke's other hand that hung down, there was another thermal container.
Although it was in a bag, a quick glance was enough to tell that it was a container similar to the one handed to her.
But in just a moment, she had figured it out, likely Mo Shiqian wasn't at home and had the chef prepare two portions, then asked An Ke to deliver them.
Seeing that Chi Huan hadn't taken it for a long time, An Ke spoke again, "Miss Chi, Mr. Mo said, you don't have to eat it, but I must deliver it into your hands..."
Her tone paused slightly, sounding somewhat embarrassed, "So, Miss Chi, please don't make it difficult for me, if you don't want it, you can throw it away."
Chi Huan reached out to take it, looked down for a moment, and smiled faintly, "Thank you for making the trip especially for me."
