Mo Shangjun's actions left a few fingerprints on Ya Tianxing's uniform.
Like it had been clawed by a water ghost.
Ya Tianxing tilted his head, staring at the fingerprints on his shoulder for two seconds.
Meanwhile, the unconcerned Mo Shangjun had already taken the rice ball from his hand and took a bite. She blinked, swallowed, and expressed her feelings to Ya Tianxing, "It can actually be eaten?"
"..." Shifting attention from the fingerprints to the rice ball, Ya Tianxing was quite dissatisfied with her comment, "Care to criticize again?"
"I'm praising you!" Mo Shangjun said with conviction.
"If you're going to praise, be sincere."
Taking another bite of the rice ball, Mo Shangjun watched him prepare the chestnuts and asked, "Didn't make one for yourself?"
"I'll talk about it later—"
The sentence abruptly ended.
The Ya Family rice ball was handed over, with two bites taken on the right side, forming a gap revealing the fried dough sticks inside.
