Mo Shangjun glanced at the food in her lunchbox and then at the unfazed Ya Tianxing.
Everything was as usual.
There was no special meaning to discern.
"It's a bit much for the chief instructor to cook personally, isn't it?"
Speaking leisurely, Mo Shangjun nevertheless picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her mouth.
The taste was good, neither oily nor greasy, with a moderate sweetness.
"Improving the meals."
Ya Tianxing started to use his chopsticks and responded to her calmly.
Mo Shangjun shrugged, unable to deny it.
Indeed, compared to the canteen's mass-produced meals, the food Ya Tianxing had made was significantly tastier.
Although she wasn't picky about food, no one would mind eating better.
To delve further into the issue would be pointless, so Mo Shangjun didn't ask any more questions. She just considered it "benefiting from Ya Tianxing's generosity in meal improvement" before continuing to concentrate on eating.
Ya Tianxing started eating as well.
