"Choose what you want to eat," Song Chengfeng said, sliding the menu across the table to Qi Jianyi the moment they settled into the plush seats of the private dining room.
Qi Jianyi accepted it, her fingers brushing lightly over the embossed cover before she flipped it open. Her gaze lingered over the luxurious spread, every dish seemingly more mouthwatering than the last. Once she had browsed through the list of tempting options, she lifted her eyes—only to catch Song Chengfeng watching her intently.
"What do you feel like eating?" she asked, her voice calm, though her mind had already pieced together a selection.
Song Chengfeng leaned back, his eyes never leaving her face. There was something endearing in the way she had carefully considered each option.
"I'll eat whatever you choose," he said smoothly, the decision immediate. "You decide."
