The warmth of the hand spread to her heart, and Yu Jingrong slightly lifted the corners of her mouth. She took the egg, tapped it gently, peeled it open, and took a soft bite. It was a mellow sweetness. It tasted really good.
She cocked her head and asked Li Chengyun, "There's another one, do you want it?"
The man driving the car shook his head immediately, "No need."
If he ate it, then she would have one less. Being so hungry and having such a big appetite, one egg was definitely not enough. Just like three years ago, she had a strong digestion. Though she had eaten plenty, she became hungry again very quickly.
The egg was too dry, and it was hard for Yu Jingrong to swallow it. Out of reflex, she coughed lightly, appearing as though she had choked.
Li Chengyun glanced at her and frowned, unable to resist rebuking her, "It's so dry, don't you know to drink some water?"
