Breakfast was served, and Yan Qing picked up his chopsticks and quickly shoveled food into his mouth.
Ling Hua reached out to stop him, "Eat slowly."
Yan Qing looked up at her, "Didn't you tell me to eat quickly?"
Ling Hua fell silent, "I did say that, but you're eating way too fast."
She explained, "My mouth is small, not as big as yours, I can't keep up with your speed."
Yan Qing looked at her mouth, it was indeed small, pink and tender like flower petals, he slowed down, muttering, "You really are a handful."
Ling Hua didn't want to be branded as a "troublemaker" in his heart, so she muttered softly as well, "Having a small mouth is natural, eating slowly is good for the stomach, chewing slowly won't hurt it, and furthermore..."
She deliberately paused, "I don't really like brewing wine. I learned to brew just to escape the lessons my mother arranged for me. I brew wine haphazardly on my own, and I have never brewed specifically for anyone, not even for Your Majesty."
