An Xiaomian was startled by his shout and immediately snapped back to reality. Then she stopped looking at him, withdrew her gaze, and lowered her head to start eating her dinner.
Soon after, her ears picked up the sound of Shangguan Xiu beside her actually beginning to eat the two bowls of noodles in front of him.
An Xiaomian's eating motion paused, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.
She couldn't figure out Shangguan Xiu—why he insisted on eating those two bowls of noodles when they clearly looked almost inedible.
And in this mansion, there were plenty of chefs and servants, and the kitchen was stocked with plentiful ingredients. He could have anything he wanted remade, so why must he eat those two bowls of noodles?
Shangguan Xiu had no idea what An Xiaomian was thinking, but when he took a bite of the noodles in his bowl, his complexion changed immediately in a way An Xiaomian didn't see, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
