At the thought of this, Su Wan made up her mind to try to increase Jiang Xuecheng's mother's fondness toward her.
She could probably ask her grandfather what his favorite student liked—perhaps it might be easier to win her heart from there?
Su Wan frowned while she thought. Her hand was unconsciously feeding white rice into her mouth with the chopsticks, as if the sumptuous food on the table could not attract her attention.
Jiang Xuecheng could sense Su Wan's absent-mindedness. Normally, this little greedy cat would stuff herself with delicacies and would go for the meat first.
"Why are you not eating anything other than rice?"
Jiang Xuecheng's thin lips curved slightly and he grabbed a slice of spiced mandarin fish and put it into Su Wan's bowl.
