"No, everything you cook is delicious," Wei Yichen answered.
They had been trapped for six days, and Wei Ruo and Xiumei had cooked for them each day. The food wasn't exactly exquisite, but it was all delicious.
"So, why do you just watch and not eat?" Wei Ruo asked.
"No reason."
Wei Yichen looked into Wei Ruo's eyes as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't. He lowered his head and began eating his pancake again.
Without a response from him, Wei Ruo didn't press on, but she and Xiumei sat on the other side, eating their meat pancakes with hot water.
Wei Yichen watched Wei Ruo from the corner of his eye, the light from the fire illuminating her face and adding a touch of tenderness to his stern expression.
Sensing Wei Yichen's gaze, Wei Ruo looked at him. At that moment, Wei Yichen returned his gaze and his expression reverted to its usual cold demeanor.