Outside the window, snowflakes mixed with the cold wind hit the glass, making subtle sounds.
Inside, it was warm and cozy.
Bai Xiaoxiao was the first to finish eating. As soon as she put down her chopsticks, Luo Haofeng handed over a napkin.
Looking into his eyes filled with gentle smiles, Bai Xiaoxiao returned the smile, took the napkin he offered, wiped her mouth, and tossed it into the nearby paper basket.
Seeing Luo Haofeng finish his bowl of rice, she reached over with a smile, "Let me serve you another bowl."
"Alright."
Luo Haofeng handed the bowl to Bai Xiaoxiao.
His gaze never left her as he happily said, "I haven't had such a good appetite in a long time. Xiaoxiao, the dishes you make are truly delicious."
If only he could frequently enjoy the dishes Xiaoxiao made, that would be wonderful.
Bai Xiaoxiao filled the bowl with rice and handed it back to him, "If you like it, eat a bit more. You're a president, could you possibly go hungry?"
