Staring at the bundle of chopsticks handed to her, Mingshu pursed her lips, struggling not to let the resistance on her face become too apparent. She forced a smile with difficulty and with a tone of forbearance tried to remind the other that she was just a frail woman, "Let's forget about it, I am too weak to fend for myself..."
Si Chu frowned, and without further ado stuffed the items into her hands, cutting her off with a deep voice, "You might be under some misunderstanding about yourself."
Upon hearing this, Mingshu fell silent for two seconds, then expressionlessly snapped the bundle of chopsticks in half.
A look of admiration flashed in Si Chu's eyes as he raised an eyebrow at her, "See, didn't you do that quite well?"
Mingshu tugged at her lips, offering a forced smile.
Zhui Ying, who had just returned with a bowl, saw this scene, "..."
He took a half step back, thinking hesitantly.
Perhaps... he should go outside and eat while standing?
