Since this was a dinner for a guest, it definitely had to be a lavish one.
She took the dishes out of the warming box. The small cakes she made earlier were there, along with a large platter of the bamboo shoots Mo Si liked, braised gugu meat, and the spare ribs and meatballs she had made before.
The small, rectangular table was piled high with plates. Mo Si paused. "Isn't this a bit too much?"
"Not at all," Jiang Qiuqiu said, picking up her chopsticks. "I was working on something for a long time today, so I'm mentally exhausted. I need to eat more to replenish my spiritual power."
"Besides, I was chatting with Sister Chengyu earlier, and she told me you have a big appetite, too."
The kind who could easily polish off twenty plates without a problem.
"..."
Mo Si was acting remarkably refined today.
Jiang Qiuqiu couldn't tell if he was a little embarrassed because he was in her home, or if he was being reserved because he was here to apologize.
