Zhang Xiaoshan really couldn't figure out what Ge Xiue was playing at now.
"Sister Xiue, I'm good with just noodles. Keep the chicken for yourself to nourish your body."
Zhang Xiaoshan picked up his bowl of noodles but didn't touch the chicken.
Ge Xiue, however, gave Zhang Xiaoshan a glare and, without any explanation, picked up a large chicken leg with her chopsticks and placed it in Zhang Xiaoshan's noodle bowl.
"I prepared this especially for you, and you must eat it today."
Her eyes were filled with tender affection, holding a special sentiment.
In fact, before she had decided to invite Zhang Xiaoshan over to her place today, she had thought about it for several days and finally mustered the courage to take that step.
"This?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was still hesitant, and Ge Xiue immediately put on an angry expression.
