"Okay..."
An Le scooped a bowl full of rice and was about to give him some dishes.
Yan Huan couldn't stand it anymore and said,
"Let me do it myself."
"Okay~"
An Le nodded and eagerly picked up her chopsticks, eating quickly.
Watching her eat quickly without making a sound, and then glancing at the rice in his own bowl...
Yan Huan felt like the rice in the bowl was like the remaining sand on top of an hourglass, or the seconds ticking away on a countdown.
"Eat quickly, Xiao Huan, is it not tasty?"
"Ugh..."
An Le turned her head, having already eaten half a bowl, she put down her bowl and chopsticks and looked at him with concern.
A gentle hand lightly placed on Yan Huan's thigh.
"!!"
Yan Huan's body trembled slightly, and he picked up a small tuft of rice.
He chewed it and then righteously put down the bowl, trying to change the subject and delay,
"By the way, An Le, how are things with your mom and dad?"
"Eh? Actually, it's much better now."
"Really?!"
