"Then you should eat more too."
Lai Zhiyun directly engaged in some mutual sabotage.
Zhou Liao picked a piece of stuffed bitter melon for her, and she picked two pieces for Zhou Liao.
Zhou Liao wasn't picky; while he couldn't say he liked bitter melon, he didn't dislike it either.
Similarly, Lai Zhiyun didn't dislike bitter melon, but with a variety of dishes available at the table and plenty of choices including other tasty dishes she liked, she didn't want to fill her stomach with bitter melon.
However, the bitter melon was already in her bowl, and it wouldn't be right to throw it away.
After swallowing it with difficulty, Lai Zhiyun glanced sideways at Zhou Liao and gave him a silent warning—if he served her bitter melon again, she would flip out on the spot.
"Does your hand hurt?"
Zhou Liao knew when to quit and didn't dare to anger her further.
"No, it's not painful; it's pretty much healed already, just a minor scrape."
