Qiao Mianmian wasn't hungry at all.
But she knew that Mo Yesi didn't eat much at the banquet. He must be hungry.
She nodded. "Alright."
They went downstairs hand in hand.
"Young Master, Young Madam."
The maid placed the freshly cooked supper on the table.
The supper wasn't too complicated. It was just two bowls of light seafood dumplings. Qiao Mianmian could smell the dumplings the moment she reached the dining room.
Mo Yesi held her hand and they sat down.
Qiao Mianmian wasn't hungry at all, but she ate two to three of them in one go.
Mo Yesi ate for a while and recalled what happened at the banquet, as well as Madam Bai's reluctance when they left…
He swallowed his words and looked up at Qiao Mianmian. "Aunt Bai took you away for a while. What did you talk about?"
"Mm?"
Qiao Mianmian had just swallowed her words. She wiped her lips with a napkin. "Nothing much, just chatting."
