"Why aren't you eating?" Lu Jing noticed she hadn't touched her chopsticks, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Zhang Lingying swallowed hard, hearing Lu Jing urging her to eat felt like being summoned by spirits, scaring her into releasing her grip, letting the chopsticks fall onto the table.
"I'll go wash the chopsticks." She hurriedly picked them up, quickly escaping from the dining table.
When she returned after washing the chopsticks, she found Lu Jing still in the same position waiting for her to eat, without having eaten a single bite himself. She felt a chill rising from her feet.
Who makes a table full of dishes but doesn't eat them themselves, waiting for someone else to eat?
Unless these dishes are poisoned!
