"It's nothing." Fearing that Bo Jingyan might notice something was amiss, Xia Qingtian hastened to shake her head, giving him an awkward smile.
At that moment, the waiter came over with their dishes.
Xia Qingtian picked up her knife and fork and pretended to be engrossed in her meal, using this facade to mask her tangled emotions.
Bo Jingyan shot her a deep glance but did not pursue any further questions.
The dinner was a mixed bag of emotions.
Nearing the end of the meal, Xia Qingtian noticed that Bo Jingyan had hardly touched his food. Even his steak had only been cut into a single piece.
She couldn't help but ask, "Don't you like the food here?"
Despite her low spirits, the French cuisine here was genuinely decent. Neither too sweet nor too greasy, the meat was tender and flavorful.
Bo Jingyan glanced at her indifferently, responding with a deep voice, "It's not as good as your cooking."
Everything tasted flavorless, like chewing wax.