"Thank you, sis." Song Ze pushed the noodles forward happily and started eating voraciously.
"Eat slowly, no one's competing with you." Ye Ranran couldn't help but remind him when she saw how ravenously he was eating.
"Tasty," mumbled Song Ze indistinctly.
Ye Ranran smiled yet felt a bit sad—she wondered if he would remember any of these moments when he came to his senses.
If he remembered, would he feel happy or humiliated?
More likely, it would be somewhere in between.
Song Ze, much like Jun Mochan, belonged to the same type of people, both arrogantly unapproachable.
"Have something to eat," Huo Yi offered, bringing out two steamed buns.
Ye Ranran casually grabbed one, took a big bite, then urged Huo Yi, "Alright, hurry up and cook, I'm already very hungry."
"Okay, I'm on it right away, you'll have a delicious meal soon," he assured her.
"By the way, where are those guys who were watching me?" Ye Ranran asked nonchalantly.