An Lan looked at the bowl of rice in front of her and for a moment didn't know where to start. Seeing Huo Zhanting and An Xuan behaving as if they were going to put all the dishes into her bowl, she quickly reached out to stop them. With her body guarding her bowl, she said, "That's enough, I can't eat any more. You two should eat too, don't just keep serving me."
An Xuan and Huo Zhanting paused, and as their eyes met, sparks flew in a silent clash. Huo Zhanting's gaze fell on the greens in An Lan's bowl, and he reached out with his chopsticks to take them out and set them aside.
"Lanlan, who served you the leaf mustard? You know you hate it the most."
After saying that with a mocking tone, Huo Zhanting gave An Xuan a glance.
