Li Qiao coldly glanced at Luoyu, too lazy to guess her thoughts, and leaned in to open the lunchbox, "Let's eat."
Shang Yu unfolded his crossed legs, taking chopsticks from the girl's hand, as the fragrance of three dishes and a soup instantly filled the office.
They ate as if nobody else was present, while Liuyun and Luoyu stood silently in front of the table, waiting.
Li Qiao was picky, even meticulously removing the bits of green onion used for seasoning.
"Don't like garlic sprouts?" Shang Yu watched as Li Qiao deliberately avoided the stir-fried garlic sprouts and couldn't help but smirk and ask.
Li Qiao pursed her lips around her chopsticks and nodded, "It's not tasty."
Then, Luoyu saw Shang Yu move the plate to his own front and painstakingly picked out all the green onion bits from the cumin lamb, pushing it toward Li Qiao.
Luoyu found it unbelievable and unacceptable.
