No one minds receiving food from beauties.
Just as she was about to take the crystal cake from Rong Miaoyan's hand, Rong Heng surprised her by picking up a portion of braised meat noodles with his chopsticks.
Proactively,
He ate it!
Gu Lan immediately left Miaoyan and stared intently at Rong Heng:
"How is it? Is it good? But the noodles might not taste great now that they've clumped together. Never mind, next time I'll bring you something else, Brother Hang. What do you want to eat? What do you like? Is there anything you don't eat?"
A barrage of questions from Gu Lan.
Rong Heng met her gaze, his expression indifferent, but he filled a bowl for himself with the already clumped noodles:
"Acceptable."
His voice was as cold as ever.
—If his cheeks weren't puffed up from eating, his words might be more convincing.
Gu Lan nodded repeatedly, also tried a bite herself, and then exclaimed, "As expected of my family's Zijin's cooking—still so delicious even when cold."
"Clatter—!"
