"If I wait for you, am I supposed to starve to death?"
Qin Yan: "..."
As he spoke, Bo Yunshen stuffed the takeout bag into Qin Yan's hands and then walked into the bathroom.
When he came back out, Qin Yan had already laid out the food on the small table.
The dishes on the table were simple—so simple, in fact, that they went beyond Qin Yan's expectations.
What surprised Qin Yan the most was that among the dishes, there were ones that both Qin Yinyin and she favored.
Qin Yan stared at the plate of red chili oil wontons, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at Bo Yunshen's expression.
The man caught her subtle movements and paused momentarily.
Qin Yan had eaten with him countless times and had shared meals at the Bo Mansion many times as well. He had only taken note a few of those occasions.
Their tastes were similar—they both liked foods with thin skins and generous fillings.