Chenxing hummed, bowed her head, and began to gulp down her porridge. In her rush, she choked a bit. A clean napkin was presented in front of her. She looked up and met his eyes.
He said, "That's what happens when you don't eat properly!"
She: "..."
After a pause, she fiercely responded: "I'm just a commoner, not a fancy lady! The porridge I made is just the ordinary stuff you can buy from a street stall. It's not fit for some precious young master's palate!"
He chuckled and ignored her sarcastic tone, eating his porridge quietly, seemingly on purpose to show her how to eat properly — chewing slowly and elegantly.
He was a beautiful sight to behold.
At that moment, her phone rang. Chenxing answered and err-ed and oh-ed several times: "Um, let me think about it... okay, I'll give you a call when I've decided..."
After hanging up, she seemed somewhat happy.
"What happened?" He asked casually.
