Leng Youchen lowered his gaze and saw the girl's delicate white hand brushing past his fingertips, a current shot from his fingertips straight to his heart, he paused for a moment, but did not stop her.
Wei Anning put out the cigarette and frowned at him, saying fiercely, "Smoke, smoke, smoke, your lungs will turn into a chimney if you keep smoking."
Was Madam starting to manage him?
Leng Youchen felt a swirl of emotions in his heart and did not pick up the cigarette again, staring thoughtfully at her. Wei Anning felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, wondering if she appeared too unladylike in his eyes. She picked up her chopsticks and dished up some food for him.
"Thousand-layer stomach should not be cooked too long. If it's overcooked, it will become chewy. Now is just perfect, crisp and crunchy, try it."
Leng Youchen looked at the food in the bowl, feeling obliged, he took a bite with his chopsticks and met her bright, expectant eyes. He couldn't help but nod his head.
