Yan Qianyi lifted her eyes in surprise toward Mu Yunlie.
Mu Yunlie, however, was staring at the piece of meat in the bowl that was about to be taken.
Marbled with fat and lean, the meat had a vibrant color and looked very delicious.
Her grandparents usually enjoyed Western food, so he rarely had Chinese cuisine.
And he had never had such homestyle stir-fry before.
"It's fine," Mu Yunlie said, his movements clumsy as he picked up the chopsticks to push away Yan Qianyi's chopsticks. He then picked up the braised pork and put it in his mouth.
Hmm, it was indeed delicious.
Yan Qianyi opened her mouth dumbfoundedly.
Didn't he have a severe case of mysophobia?
It seemed he really was too poor to eat well usually.
So at this moment, those delicate symptoms were also miraculously cured.
"Aunt Xue, go get a pair of serving chopsticks," Old Lady Yan ordered.
Yan Qianyi's surprised gaze turned toward Old Lady Yan again.
