She took a casual sip, put down the wine glass, and asked, "Can we eat now?"
Timothy smiled slightly, "Are you starving? Go ahead and eat."
Ye Anqi picked up the chopsticks and started eating, wanting to finish quickly and get his answer.
Seeing her like this, Timothy's eyes deepened knowingly.
He didn't eat; instead, he leaned back in the chair and drank wine.
A glass of red wine was quickly finished by him.
"You're not eating?" Ye Anqi finally turned her head to ask him.
The main reason was that she was afraid he would delay her.
Timothy smiled slightly, "You serve me, and I'll eat whatever you serve."
"Haven't you got hands?"
"I just love eating what you serve."
Ye Anqi didn't want to waste words, so she took a spare pair of chopsticks and quickly served him dishes.
Ginger slices, garlic sprouts, chili, Sichuan pepper, celery, bones without meat…
Whatever was unappetizing, she served to him.
Soon, a small mountain piled up in his bowl.
