"Kung Pao Shrimp Balls," "Sea Salt Baked Crab," "Italian Seafood Soup," "Boiled Meat," "Spicy Chicken Cubes," "stir-fried pork," "Pork Tripe Soup"...
All the dishes had been Lu Jing's favorites. Who would have thought that, after six years, Jiang Ye would still remember them all so clearly?
Lu Jing sat there, somewhat dazed, all utensils around him had been sterilized by Jiang Ye.
Yes, one hand was in a cast, immobilized; therefore, his movements were not very smooth, and even obviously clumsy.
"Go ahead and eat. They're all your favorites, not sure if I missed anything."
Lu Jing frowned when he heard it, unable to voice his refusal.
Holding the chopsticks, his gaze fixed on the man sitting across, his eyes filled with mixed feelings.
After a while, he finally spoke:
"Jiang Ye, you didn't have to do all this."
After all, the relationship between them was no longer what it had been.
"It's my body, I'll do what I want, eat!"
