A warmth flowed through Qiao Jing's heart; he actually remembered that she disliked eating onions.
"Thank you."
Without hesitating further, she put a chopstick full of onions into Zhan Qipei's bowl and continued eating her meal as if relieved of a burden.
Zhan Qipei, acting as if it was nothing, directly ate the onions.
Lou Xinrou's facial expression instantly darkened upon seeing this.
Wasn't it said that he had a germ phobia? Why then could Qiao Jing's Brother Pei eat it?
Moreover, her chopsticks hadn't been used yet, and he had been disgusted by them. As for the ones Qiao Jing used, they might even have her saliva on them, why didn't he find that disgusting?
Lou Xinrou's grip on her chopsticks gradually tightened as she silently swallowed her anger.
After Qiao Jing had eaten half a bowl of rice, she furrowed her brows, looking at the unfinished rice in her bowl.
She was already full and yet reluctant to waste any food.