This single call made Su Mo's heart tingle.
Gently exhaling, he forcibly suppressed his inner excitement and softly asked:
"Have you eaten?"
Yang Xiaoyun gently shook her head:
"Since you haven't returned, I'm naturally sitting here waiting, unable to eat anything..."
"As children of the Jianghu, we don't bother with such formalities."
Su Mo reached out and tapped her nose:
"Now you're acting all honest?"
He grasped her hand and led her to the table.
A whole table of food and wine, with dishes aplenty.
However, by now, most of it had gone cold.
Su Mo picked up an empty bowl, choosing some of her favorite dishes to set aside for her.
Yang Xiaoyun picked up the wine jug and poured them both a cup of wine.
"Eat a bit first, with something in your stomach, you won't get drunk easily."
Su Mo placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Yang Xiaoyun.
Yang Xiaoyun's eyes sparkled as she nodded and began eating and drinking little by little.
