"As long as you made it, I'll like anything you cook." He Xing took a big bite of rice, proving his point with action.
Fu Han swept a glance at him nonchalantly, remaining silent. Yet, she couldn't help but think that in the past, she had to act coy and sweet to get He Xing to eat the food she cooked. Who was this performance for now?
"Why aren't you eating?" He Xing picked up a large piece of egg for Fu Han. "This tomato fried egg is really tasty, have more."
"Thanks." Fu Han pushed the egg to the side, paused, yet couldn't help but ask, "Did your people find out who was behind this incident?"
"Finish your bowl of rice, and then I'll tell you," He Xing supplemented with a teasing smile, "Also, you need to eat more vegetables, you can't just have rice."
Fu Han looked at He Xing puffily, frustrated yet powerless against him. She was well aware that he was a man of his word.
