Su Ningyan noticed that he had not eaten much, with a lot of food still left. "Do you want to eat some more?" she asked.
"No more." Zhuo Junyue agreed to eat earlier for her sake.
His headache was so severe it felt as if his head would explode. How could he have any appetite? Fortunately, he felt better now.
"If you're not eating, then I'll eat some more." Su Ningyan picked up her chopsticks and began eating heartily. The food tasted pretty good.
Hearing her enjoying her meal, Zhuo Junyue couldn't help but say, "Little niece, did you not get any food at home?"
"I did." Su Ningyan answered honestly. Zhang Juan probably cooked a lot of dishes for her tonight, acknowledging her contribution.
"Pig, you're eating so much."
Upon hearing Zhuo Junyue's words, Su Ningyan was a bit annoyed and refuted, "I'm only eighteen years old, and it's my developmental age. What's wrong with me eating a bit more? Unlike you, who is already so..." She stopped midsentence. Old.
