Fortunately, it didn't snow today and there was no wind. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to eat a single bite.
Lin Qingqian's fair hand blocked in front of his bowl, afraid that the wind would blow something unclean into his bowl.
How could Jiang Yanshen not see through her thoughts? He lowered his head with a smile on his thin lips and placed a piece in her bowl. "You eat too."
Lin Qingqian quickly put it in her mouth and continued to reach out to help him cover his bowl…
"Alright, eat by yourself." Jiang Yanshen took her hand away. If he really cared about this, he wouldn't have sat down.
Seeing that he really did not care, Lin Qingqian was relieved and picked up her chopsticks to eat.
On one end of the table, the couple was sweet. On the other side, Lin Chaoyan's face was dark as she ate like she was chewing wax.