The porridge and soup were a bit hot, and Mu Qiu's lips were still slightly swollen, so she ate quite slowly.
Across from her, Cheng Zhirang had already finished eating. He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, then picked up another pair of chopsticks and asked her, "What would you like to eat? I can pick it out and let it cool on your plate."
It felt as happy as having someone peel shrimp for you.
Mu Qiu immediately made her request, "I want the meat from the duck leg, two pieces of winter melon, and a piece of corn."
Cheng Zhirang did everything she asked, finally serving a bowl of soup in front of her, "Take your time eating, no rush."
"But it's so late already, and eating now means I can't sleep right away. And since we're not joining up with the show crew today, we'll definitely need to head out earlier tomorrow."
