"Finished?"
"Hmm."
Ya Tianxing confidently replied.
Mo Shangjun sat down beside him, looking suspicious.
?
Does Ya Tianxing have a hidden stomach?
Ya Tianxing handed her a spring roll, brought it to her mouth, "Try it."
Mo Shangjun ate it all in one bite.
Though it had been freshly made, it had been sitting for a while, so it wasn't too hot, just warm, with a crispy layer outside, quite tasty.
"Not bad."
Mo Shangjun commented.
Seeing her satisfied, Ya Tianxing handed her a pair of bowls and chopsticks.
Taking them, Mo Shangjun began eating by herself.
But, soon, Mo Shangjun discovered — why Ya Tianxing bought so much breakfast.
It wasn't for himself, but prepared for her.
Noticed the pair of chopsticks constantly adding food to her bowl, Mo Shangjun couldn't hold back, "So you purely believe in my stomach?"
"Yeah, unconditionally believe." Ya Tianxing said seriously.
Mo Shangjun: "..."
Damn.
