Picking up the lamb skewer, Mo Shangjun took a bite. It was flavorful, spicy, and delicious.
Ya Tianxing watched her as she ate, biting down and getting a bit of chili on the corner of her lips. Her tender lips were dotted with fine spices, somehow making her appear enticing.
"Lamb skewers." Ya Tianxing said.
Being considerate, Mo Shangjun put down the skewer she had bitten into, went over to the stack of raw ingredients, and grabbed two skewers of raw lamb for him.
She handed them over and then asked, "Anything else?"
Ya Tianxing accepted them and, after thinking, added, "Chicken wings."
Mo Shangjun brought over a skewer of chicken wings.
Following that, Ya Tianxing didn't say anything, but Mo Shangjun picked out a few more items. After returning, she placed everything on the grill's wire rack for Ya Tianxing to take full charge of.
She nibbled on her lamb skewer while watching from the side.
