Three dishes and a soup were quickly prepared. Du Yue pushed the dining cart to deliver it to Xia Ju. Every time she went over, Xia Ju would always have a cold face and would not even spare her a glance. If she had not heard Xia Ju's soft breathing in the quiet room, Du Yue would have thought that she was a fake. However, it was different this time. Just as she pushed the dining cart into Xia Ju's room, she felt a probing gaze on her. Her gaze was not concealed at all, making it impossible for Du Yue to ignore it.
Du Yue walked forward and placed the dishes on the table.
Just as Du Yue was about to turn around and leave, Xia Ju suddenly said, "You made too much. It's a waste if I can't finish it. Sit down and eat with me."
Du Yue looked at her and replied calmly, "It's okay. You've never finished the food before."
