"What?" Ye Fei looked at his open palm, confused.
Zhao Gushen straightforwardly reached over and took the spoon and chopsticks from her hand.
As he took them, his hands just happened to brush against hers.
Ye Fei's fingers felt like they had been electrified, tingling and weak.
Her fingers unconsciously loosened, unable to hold onto the chopsticks and spoon.
Fortunately, Zhao Gushen had already secured her chopsticks and spoon.
He then took the salmon from his own lunchbox, along with the salad underneath and the poached egg, and placed them into Ye Fei's lunchbox with the spoon and chopsticks.
"Help me finish these." Zhao Gushen naturally shared his food with Ye Fei.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that he was using Ye Fei's chopsticks and spoon.
He casually used Ye Fei's spoon to scoop some fried rice and her chopsticks to pick up a shrimp, placing it on the rice and stuffing it into his mouth.
Ye Fei: "..."
