As they talked, Lin Qian's gaze landed on the man's sexy thin lips, always with a sense of playful banter.
At that moment, the waiter began to serve the food they had ordered.
Lin Qian's face grew slightly hot, and she picked up her spoon, stirring the chicken soup in her bowl. The light in her sparkling eyes shone through the rising steam as she looked at the man opposite her, "We can start eating now."
Yin Moran glanced at the food, then at the woman opposite him enjoying her meal, and took a sip of chicken soup with his spoon.
The chicken soup was rich and flavorful, a very authentic taste.
He ate a wonton next, its filling chewy and satisfying.
The taste was indeed good!
"How is it? The food here tastes good, doesn't it?"
After eating several bites, Lin Qian saw Yin Moran eating with his usual elegance and asked with a smile.