Xiana began the dinner with an assortment of marinated vegetables and pickled meats, the flavors mingling on her tongue. As she savored the delicious bites, she engaged in lively conversation with Licheng, who attentively listened to her every word. "I seem to be doing all the talking," Xiana remarked, taking a moment to swallow her food. She brought the water glass to her lips, quenching her thirst.
Licheng gently interjected, "You do have a tendency to dominate the conversation, which leaves little room for me to participate. Besides, it's considered impolite to talk while eating." He moved the bowl of chicken soup closer, steam rising from its surface.
Xiana sighed, a hint of frustration crossing her face. "But you used to enjoy my way of speaking," she murmured, setting down the silver glass with a slight twitch of her lips.
