The pair of father and daughter stood up and headed to the kitchen to bring the dumplings out. The girl placed the dumplings in front of him and said, "Brother Qingyan, these are for you."
"Alright, they look delicious."
An Xiaoning watched as Jin Qingyan picked up a pair of moldy chopsticks and a yellow and rusty metal bowl.
Seeing how relaxed he was while eating, she could not help but think, Is he the same person who despised Mount Heyuan and found it too filthy?
The middle-aged man placed some dumplings in front of her and said, "Ms. An, have some, too."
"No, thank you, I've already had my meal before leaving the house. You guys go ahead. I've really already eaten. I don't lie," said An Xiaoning, who then placed the bowl in front of him.
"You really have?"
"Yes."
