When the misua was ready, Qin Yi, holding the bowl in one hand and supporting Su Pan'er with the other, sat down again at the table.
The misua was topped with plenty of golden-yellow sauce, a thick layer spread over the green vegetable leaves, the edges revealing the noodles beneath.
However, Su Pan'er stared at the bowl of misua, hesitating to pick up her chopsticks.
Qin Yi chuckled, "Why aren't you eating? Do you find it doesn't suit your taste?"
"No."
She answered softly with a smile, "I'm not very hungry yet, and I can't eat so many noodles. How about we split it and each have half?"
"You can't finish even a single bowl?"
Qin Yi was somewhat surprised; he remembered Su Pan'er's appetite. When she first started her cultivation, she particularly craved meat and could eat two ducks by herself. This small amount of noodles should merely be enough to line her stomach.
"I ate not long ago. Here, take some."
She said, and then pretended to scoop some into Qin Yi's bowl.