Just like what Zhang Liang said, he didn't take a long time to take a bath. He returned back while wearing a light blue shirt with his hair slightly damp. From the way it looked like, he didn't bother to comb it properly and just used his fingers to keep them in their places.
'He's more handsome.'
Feng Mian bit her lower lips and averted her eyes. It was so unfair! How come he can look so handsome even though he had just finished taking a bath? He didn't even dress up!
While Feng Mian was tending her wounded heart, Zhang Liang sat down. He looked at the plates and chopsticks, which was arranged a bit different from how Chef Lu usually did it. He knew because Chef Lu was astonishingly very perfectionist and would always place it in the same place. Not even one millimeter off.
"Let's eat."
"Yes."
Feng Mian watched as Zhang Liang took the chicken to her plate. She looked at him in confusion, but he merely stared back at her with a calm expression. "Just eat."
"Oh… Okay."
