"Let go of me."
Momo angrily yanked out the hand he was holding.
"Sit here and eat."
The man glanced at her expressionlessly, released her hand, picked up the chopsticks and shoved them into her hand.
Momo wanted to get away from him, and that put him in a very bad mood.
Momo glared at him, then took a deep breath, forcing down the anger in her chest, and took the chopsticks, not very willingly.
"Why didn't you ask the maid to blow-dry your hair for you?"
"I don't like other people touching my hair."
Momo picked up a strand of noodles and fed it into her mouth, then looked up at him in slight surprise. "You really made this?"
"Does it taste bad?"
Yin Shao lifted his brows slightly, countering instead of answering as he looked at her.
Momo smacked her lips. "It tastes pretty good. Didn't expect you could cook."
"There's nothing I can't do. I'm no worse than Ye Zhan."
"…"
