Ding-dong, the doorbell rang.
It was probably the server delivering dinner.
Qiao Ruoxin immediately got up to open the door, and the man sitting on the sofa also looked up.
"Hello, dinner service."
"Thank you."
The server pushed in the food cart, placed dinner on the table, and then left.
Qiao Ruoxin sat down at the dining table, glanced at the Western meal in front of her, and looked at the man on the sofa, "Mo Chen, would you like to eat?"
"You go ahead, I'm not hungry."
"Oh, you should eat quickly. It won't taste good when it's cold."
She picked up the knife and fork, began cutting the steak on her plate, and put a small piece in her mouth. It tasted quite good.
After ten minutes, Mo Chen closed his laptop, stood up, and walked to the dining table, pulling out a chair to sit down.
"How does it taste?"
"It's really good. The steak is cooked just right."
