Ye Cheng's expression turned gloomy. He did not speak and silently ate a mouthful of rice.
Seeing this, Zhuang Ning could not bear it. She scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to him as she said, "Alright, alright, I said that wrong thing. Here, have a bowl of soup. I stewed it for two hours."
Ye Cheng reached out to take the bowl with a smile on his face. "This bowl of soup makes me extremely happy." He finished the soup in a gulp and handed the bowl back to her as he said, "It's delicious. I want more."
Ye Cheng was like a mischievous child at this moment.
Zhuang Ning smiled and took the bowl from him before she refilled his bowl again. "Eat slowly. No one's going to snatch the food from you."
After chewing and swallowing the stir-fried beef, Ye Cheng said helplessly, "I want to eat slowly as well, but my mind and my hands aren't listening to me."
Zhuang Ning laughed. "Your mouth is the best at coaxing people."
