Chewing the vegetables that Amo had picked for her, she grumbled.
"It's so unfair. Those who love to eat meat are so thin, and those who don't love meat are so tall. It's not scientific."
"Who told you that height comes from loving to eat meat?"
"Aside from genetics, there must be some factor involved."
"Love sports, love basketball, naturally grow tall."
Throughout this meal, Yun Mo was gentlemanly picking rice grains and vegetables. Qiaoqiao at his side, however, eating without any elegance in comparison to his gentlemanliness, created a stark contrast.
Even he found it amusing watching her quietly enjoying her food like a little glutton.
How did these two people with completely different tastes, habits, and food preferences walk together?
When Qiao Xiaon'an finished off the Peking Duck, her lips were oily. As she wiped them with a napkin, she looked up at him and caught the faint smile on his face.
She couldn't help but frown, "Amo, what're you smiling at?"
