Almost all the goodies in the spicy pot had been picked out by Jing Haohao and Xian'er, leaving only a few greens, lotus root slices, and seaweed.
Jing Haohao had been living with Liang Chen for over half a year, and she knew his taste was very selective. He didn't like lotus roots and seaweed, let alone the leftovers she and Xian'er had nibbled at. She couldn't help feeling embarrassed and cautiously suggested, "Maybe you should order your own meal."
"No need, this is fine." Liang Chen picked up the chopsticks and noticed the almost untouched rice in front of Jing Haohao. He pulled the bowl over and began eating in hearty mouthfuls.
Liang Chen, who would usually throw his chopsticks at the sight of lotus root slices and seaweed at home, surprisingly sat there and devoured the leftovers in the pot, cleaning it out.
After he finished eating, he grabbed a napkin, wiped his mouth, and stood up to ask the waiter for the bill.
