A simple meal of five dishes and one soup, with meat, vegetables, and broth, including braised, steamed, and stir-fried dishes—enough to stir up anyone's appetite.
Fu Han licked the saliva at the corner of her mouth; her stomach, cooperating with the vision before her, growled loudly, especially noticeable in the not-so-quiet office.
"Look how hungry you are," He Xing chuckled and handed Fu Han a bowl of steaming rice, "Eat up quickly, don't want my little kitty to get skinny."
Fu Han's face turned beet red, and she said in a low voice, "Who's a kitty? I'm not."
"If you're not a cute little kitty, then what are you?" He Xing laughed even brighter. He started to pick up food with his chopsticks swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already served Fu Han quite a few dishes.
Fu Han couldn't help but smile wryly, hurriedly shifting her bowl as she quickly started to eat.
He Xing ruffled her hair then began to eat, his own bowl and chopsticks in hand.
