Because it was her, he was willing?
An Jing couldn't be more satisfied with this answer.
Seeing Xiao Changyi pick up the ten catties of premium rice he had casually placed on the stool before, and move it to the lid of the rice bin, An Jing smiled and then got up, leaning on the walking stick to move over.
Looking up and smiling at Xiao Changyi, she then opened the bag containing the ten catties of premium rice, taking a handful in her hand.
With a hooked corner of her mouth, she carefully examined the premium rice in her hand, occasionally glancing sideways at Xiao Changyi with a very meaningful posture.
Xiao Changyi hadn't expected An Jing to come over and open the rice, grabbing a handful in her hand. He was taken aback at first, but said nothing, simply standing there, allowing An Jing to occasionally smile at him.
He was truly serene, as if he had laid his heart open in front of her, for her to look at, to admire.
So straightforward.
So sweet to the heart.