"Brother Zhang, we haven't eaten yet. We were waiting for you!"
Bai Yifan bared his teeth and smiled at Zhang Yiming, spreading his empty hands.
Why could Brother Zhang only see that his older sister hadn't eaten?
It was only then that Zhang Yiming noticed that no one had touched their chopsticks.
"I... don't really eat much, you guys go ahead!"
Zhang Yiming looked a bit awkward, but he quickly regained his composure, sitting on the stool with an empty bowl in front of him, without picking up the chopsticks.
"You should eat a little! Brother Zhang, you have a sense of taste, right? At least taste your cooking, in case it's not good."
Bai Yifan was particularly enthusiastic with Zhang Yiming, even personally handing him a pair of chopsticks.
Because later, when he leaves, he would get four cans of milk powder, which made him quite excited just thinking about it.
Zhang Yiming paused, took the chopsticks, and grabbed another pair to use as serving chopsticks.
