Instinctively looking up, she saw Xing Chen in similar casual homewear, walking towards her with his hands in his pockets, exuding a presence as if he were royalty.
Ran Xiangsi’s grip on her chopsticks tightened slightly.
"Hello..." she greeted him awkwardly, suddenly recalling that this place belonged to Xing Chen.
She now belonged to an unequal relationship, dependent on others.
Hearing Ran Xiangsi’s voice, Xing Chen’s knit brows relaxed a bit. He walked past her to get some water and then sat down at the dining table, drinking the water calmly.
Just when Ran Xiangsi thought he wouldn’t talk to her, his warm voice came over.
"Where did the dumplings come from?"
"Uh, from your kitchen’s fridge. I only found ten and gave three to the Prince... Do you want some?"
Her question was sincere, but Xing Chen raised an eyebrow and stayed silent for a second.
In that second, Ran Xiangsi noticed his hesitation.
She simply brought the bowl over and sat beside Xing Chen, picked a dumpling, and offered it to him.
"Want to try? You didn’t seem to eat much this evening. Aren’t you hungry?" The source of thɪs content is ɴo(v)elFɪre.ɴet
She spoke sincerely, thinking he must be hungry, so she generously shared some with him.
His deep eyes stared at the suddenly offered steaming dumpling and her smiling, fair face.
Xing Chen seemed petrified, unsure whether to refuse or accept.
But if he were to refuse, how could he say it to her?
He could see the sincerity and hope in her eyes.
Ran Xiangsi didn’t mind Xing Chen’s stiffness. She persistently brought the dumpling to his mouth, coaxing like a child, "Try one? I don’t share my favorite things with just anyone. Since you prepared such a luxurious studio for me, I’m sharing to thank you. Just taste one?"
In Ran Xiangsi’s view, she was coaxing this inherently aloof man who kept everyone at a distance, but to Xing Chen, it seemed like the girl was being coquettish with him.
He never liked pretentious women, but at this moment, he clearly understood his feelings; he didn’t dis side of her at all.
On the contrary, the sincerity in her eyes was evident.
She wasn’t putting on an act; perhaps she genuinely wanted him to have a bite.
While his brain pondered these thoughts, without realizing it, Xing Chen’s body had already reacted first.
He slightly opened his mouth and ate the dumpling she fed him.
It was warm, spreading warmth into his heart.
As for the taste... The frozen dumplings he usually dismissed didn’t seem so bad this time.
Seeing Xing Chen eat, Ran Xiangsi turned back and tried one herself.
"Hmm, not bad!" She said, then glanced at Xing Chen, "Tasty, right? When you eat it, your stomach warms up, and happiness comes so quickly..."
She spoke with relish while eating, and Xing Chen sat watching her sudden lively demeanor.
Seeing her so happy over a single dumpling, he couldn’t help but be curious, "Just one dumpling makes you this happy? Ran Xiangsi, your standards are truly high."
Recognizing his mockery, Ran Xiangsi didn’t mind at all and continued eating, "To me, the happiness of winning the global runner-up in the hacking league is equal to the joy of eating dumplings!"