"Does it not suit your taste?" Mo Weiyi explained, "Lately Aunt Zhou's cooking has been like this, the flavor is too bland."
While the speaker may have had no particular intention, the listener read between the lines.
Rong An immediately looked up at Xiao Yebai.
The man's sleeves were rolled up, and his well-defined fingers were holding utensils as he spread something on a slice of bread, his head bowed in a serious and quiet demeanor, exuding an air of refinement.
"Rong An?"
"Rong An?"
Xiao Yebai lifted his eyelids.
Rong An quickly came to his senses, "Princess."
"Why aren't you eating? What are you daydreaming about?" Mo Weiyi finished talking and even glared at the person across from her.
Xiao Yebai: "..."
"I'm not very hungry," Rong An explained.
"You should still eat more, don't get hungry halfway through the journey and have to find a place to eat."
There was a moment of silence at the dining table.
Then Xiao Yebai's voice sounded, "Are you two going out today?"