Han Yingying blinked innocently, "How could that be? I'm easy to talk to, and there's nothing a good meal can't solve. If one isn't enough, then two will do."
Lin Xileng: ...
This ability to play dumb had truly reached a masterful level.
While the two of them were talking, Shen Mosheng came back with a new bowl of fried yogurt.
Just as Han Yingying had finished the last portion, she happily started on the new flavor.
Shen Mosheng frowned slightly and whispered in reminder, "Eating too much cold food isn't good for you."
After looking at him and then at the fried yogurt, Han Yingying reluctantly pushed it towards him, "Then you help me eat it."
Shen Mosheng's expression visibly stiffened, clearly traumatized by the earlier incident, afraid of history repeating itself.
"Don't worry, I won't cry this time." Knowing his concerns, Han Yingying playfully stuck out her tongue to assure him.
Only then did Shen Mosheng silently start eating.
Han Yingying winked at Lin Xileng.