"It's nothing."
Zijun certainly wouldn't take the initiative to explain anything, but the dream of a wedding had touched her heart. Could she still anticipate a wedding scene? She had never been pursued or proposed to, yet she had already married herself off.
Soon, the red wine was served, and Su Sheng personally poured two glasses. After a while, the steak arrived, one large and one small piece each. Zijun had a small appetite and now was just accompanying the man eating meat.
Su Sheng was really hungry; he cut a piece of beef, put it into his mouth, and found the taste quite good. It was definitely authentic beef, while Zijun had just tasted the Borscht with a spoon.
Suddenly, she saw her plate taken away by the man, who silently helped her cut the steak and then handed it back to her.
"Eat up will you, stop dawdling. Aren't you hungry?"
"Hmm!"
