The dishes were soon served, and the dining room's incandescent lights were switched on. Six people sat around the round table. Luo Tingsong glanced around; people were seated next to both Luo Xiao and Tong Ran. It should have been a harmonious scene, but the atmosphere felt off.
"Young Master Jue, please eat more," Luo Tingsong said, sitting next to Mo Nanjue. He didn't dare to serve him any dishes, so he just kept speaking, "Sorry for the simple dishes, they are just some homemade food..."
Mo Nanjue had a smile on his handsome face, seeming to be in a good mood. He glanced at the dishes on the table, "Serve me some."
"Are your arms or legs broken?" Tong Ran gave him a sidelong glance. As soon as the dish was placed in his bowl, a piece of fish belly suddenly appeared in her own bowl. Luo Xiao, who had somehow ended up sitting next to her, said, "Xiao Ran, eat more."
