"Eat up." He was the first to pick up his chopsticks, placing a sweet and sour meatball into the plate in front of Qin Yin.
In reality, he never truly understood why Chun Yin liked sweet and sour dishes so much.
After battling a love rival for quite a while, Qin Yin was also feeling hungry, eagerly preparing for a grand feast.
However, just as she picked up her chopsticks, as if remembering something, she served a bowl of sweet corn soup to Nan Sichen first, but saw him frown slightly. With a sunny smile, she said, "But you said it yourself, you like everything that I like. Hurry up and drink."
"Yinyin." Nan Sichen didn't move for a long while, finally calling out Qin Yin's name with a bit of helplessness.
As Qin Yin gnawed on a pig's trotter, she watched him and asked, "What? Not going to drink?"
