He calmly sipped his soup, exuding a gentleman's demeanour.
She just sat there, watching him, not even touching her chopsticks.
With soup bowl in hand, he finally looked at her. His clean, slender fingers against the ceramic bowl echoed his gentlemanliness, "Aren't you going to eat?"
She, chopsticks bitten at the edge of her mouth, looked over at him. He had just finished his soup and seemed to have a good appetite. He scooped himself a bowl of rice and picked up a piece of green vegetable into his bowl.
"Amo, did you go to Y City yesterday?" She tentatively asked.
His head bowed down, he focused on picking grains of rice, not looking up at her, "Hmm."
She asked again, "Business trip?" After he hummed an affirmation, the way she looked at him seemed filled with hidden implications, "Are you really there for a business trip?"
Yun Mo just ignored her, eating his lunch gentlemanly.
Though a grown man, he always enjoyed picking his greens.
