"These snacks are really well made."
Shu Yimo had never liked sweets very much, so he ate very few snack-type foods.
However, the few snacks before him were just mildly sweet and not greasy, and they were flaky and tasty.
Shu Yimo didn't hesitate to sweep through the two plates before him and polished off half a bowl of porridge as well.
Long Chengyu's calm and handsome face softened as he kindly pushed another plate of snacks in front of her and added another half a bowl of porridge for her.
It wasn't until Shu Yimo had finished the last snack on the plate that she realized...
It seemed that more than two-thirds of the snacks on the table had gone into her stomach, while the man across from her...
She paused briefly, then quickly raised her eyes to look at the man across the table who was elegantly sipping his porridge. He seemed to sense her gaze and looked up slightly. For some reason, Shu Yimo always felt that his look was profoundly meaningful.
