In the Summer Insect Pavilion, by the table.
Fan Yushu firmly held his good friend's hand, a serious expression on his face, "Ziyu, the education I received since childhood doesn't allow me to waste food."
Zhao Rong smiled, "Then just eat it all up."
He brushed Fan Yushu's hand aside without a trace, then turned his head, "Next, Qian'er, give me your bowl."
Damn, heartless. Fan Yushu grimaced.
Off to the side, little Qian'er had already put down the pitch-black wine jug. At the moment, while no one was paying attention, she sneakily took a bite of the vegetables, adorably sipped at it, and squinted her eyes in delight.
Seeing Zhao Rong look over, she quickly withdrew her chopsticks.
"Oh~"
Zhao Qian'er handed over her bowl, chirping happily, "Time to eat!"
She rubbed her chopsticks together, then habitually placed the tips of her chopsticks into her mouth. Biting onto the two chopsticks with her silver teeth, she looked eagerly at Zhao Rong who was serving the food.
