Nanxi lifted her head and glanced at the man opposite her. "Mr. Lu..." she called.
"Hmm?" The man picked up a napkin to wipe his hands, his handsome eyebrows knitting faintly. "What's the matter? Don't like the food? It's okay, you can tell me what you want to eat, it's not too late to add!"
"No, it's not that!" Nanxi waved her hands, opened her mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words...
Should she ask him, "Mr. Lu, how did you know what I like to eat?" or "What a coincidence, Mr. Lu, all the dishes you ordered are my favorites!"
...Obviously, neither of these would be appropriate!
Instead, Nanxi said, "There's nothing, just that these dishes... look quite good!"
The meal was agonizing for Nanxi. She admitted she was hungry, but the man sitting across from her was Lu Yinchu, plus something weighed heavy on her mind, so she didn't have much of an appetite...
The implication was: Lu Yinchu had ruined her appetite...
