back in the room, song qincheng saw the tofu rice cake on the table.
yu tingchuan must have instructed them to do so, as the other dishes had not been served yet. when they were seated, the waiter used the walkie-talkie to ask the kitchen, and not long after, a large plate of fish with pickled vegetables was served.
song qincheng was already famished. she did not even touch her chopsticks when they were in the private room earlier. she only had some fruit juice.
when she looked up, she saw yu tingchuan pouring water into a cup from a teapot. then, he placed a cup of plain water on the wheel of the round table and gently turned it in front of her.
the waiter had already served the dishes.
"heat up this tofu rice cake," yu tingchuan said.
"alright, please wait a moment." the waiter smiled and had a friendly attitude. when he turned to leave, his eyes lingered on yu tingchuan for a short while.
yu tingchuan didn't seem to notice.
