The Third Master had a weak stomach and was careful with his diet, especially when he was outside.
The dishes in the lunchbox were all rich. There was sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised pork ribs, and chili eggs. It would be problematic if the Third Master were to eat all of that.
However, those homely dishes smelled so fragrant that even An Yan began to salivate.
"Hmm…" Ling Sheng looked at the pair of chopsticks she was using, then took a piece of tissue to wipe them before passing them to the Third Master. "If you mind, I can rinse them with water."
When An Yan saw Jun Shiyan take the chopsticks from Ling Sheng, his eyes widened in shock. Hastily, he said something to stop Jun Shiyan. "Third Master…"
Jun Shiyan instantly shot him a look.