The distinguished man pushed the bowl toward her, his eyes tender, "Try it and see how it tastes."
"Okay."
Rong Yan was not one for pretense or affectation. She picked up a spoon and tried a bite—the shrimp was springy, and the seafood congee was savory, soft, and glutinous, the flavor superb.
With eyes narrowed in contentment, Rong Yan took several more bites before she realized that Li Shengxiao was sitting right beside her, watching her eat, with nothing in front of him.
Her pace slowed as she ate, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his intense gaze, "Shengxiao, aren't you eating?"
"I ate while you were bathing."
He ate?
Rong Yan was somewhat skeptical.
As she held the spoon, hesitating whether to continue eating, the man beside her said nonchalantly, "I've already had someone investigate the cause of Duidui's fall into the water."
Clutching the spoon in her hand, her knuckles turned white from the grip. Her clear, distinct eyes looked at him, waiting for more.
