Yu Siqiao remained silent, taking a sip of tea.
Xiao Yuan wasn’t foolish; she could tell at a glance that they had definitely had an argument.
Otherwise, how could it be that just a moment ago Mo Shu had been praising Yu Siqiao, but when the person concerned arrived, she didn’t say a word?
The atmosphere was inexplicably oppressive.
Xiao Yuan had been chatting animatedly with Mo Shu just before, but now she couldn’t utter a single sentence.
Yet, the very culprit seemed to think he had done a splendid job.
Having finally quelled the person stirring up trouble in their marital relationship, Yu Siqiao felt rather magnificent.
The dishes arrived quickly, and Xiao Yuan gave a forced laugh before calling them to eat.
Mo Shu didn’t make any noise, and Yu Siqiao couldn’t bother to speak.
Soon, a toast ice cream was served. Mo Shu smelled the fragrance and immediately felt drawn to it, asking Xiao Yuan, "Did you order this?"
Xiao Yuan shook her head, casting a glance towards the person beside her.
Following her gaze, Mo Shu turned her head and saw Yu Siqiao’s stern face: "..."
Yu Siqiao, catching her gaze, had no reaction. He reached out, turned the lazy Susan, and directed the ice cream toward her, while he himself reached for some shrimp beside him.
Seeing him put a shrimp into his bowl, Mo Shu hurriedly picked up the serving chopsticks and spoon, digging out some ice cream and a piece of toast.
The ice cream was sweet and cold, the toast crisp and soft, and the delightful texture exploded in her mouth. Mo Shu curled her lips happily, turned the lazy Susan to Xiao Yuan, and said, "You should try this, it’s really good."
Xiao Yuan, seated across from Yu Siqiao, saw his face darken for a moment, but her survival instinct made her spin the lazy Susan back again, saying, "Won’t you give your husband a piece?"
Yu Siqiao’s expression unchanged, he gave Mo Shu a sideways glance.
Mo Shu mumbled, "What husband, we aren’t even married yet."
Xiao Yuan: "Isn’t that just a matter of time? Look at you, you’re pregnant. If you don’t get married soon, it’ll be too late."
Not sure if it was her imagination, but Xiao Yuan felt like the boss’s face had softened quite a lot.
Mo Shu didn’t want to continue the topic, picking up a fork, she speared another piece of toast, dipped it in ice cream, and put it into her bowl, enjoying every bite.
Xiao Yuan kept giving her meaningful looks. Mo Shu: "..."
Picking up another piece of bread, Mo Shu extended the fork toward Yu Siqiao and asked, "Want some?"
Yu Siqiao grunted, "Sweet nonsense."
"Are you going to eat it or not?"
Yu Siqiao glanced at her, then opened his mouth and ate it.
Mo Shu’s mood lightened quite a bit, and she even picked up a piece of braised pork.
The braised pork here was exceptionally well-made, chewy yet tender, rich without being greasy, and the sauce was deliciously fragrant, tasting as if it would burst in your mouth.
Seeing him peeling shrimp, Mo Shu grabbed a piece of braised pork and brought it to his mouth. The source of thɪs content is N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Yu Siqiao opened his mouth again and ate it, then peeled the shrimp he was holding and placed it into a small dish, then he pushed the dish full of shrimp towards her, wiping his hands.
Happiness spread across Mo Shu’s eyes as she picked up the chopsticks and grabbed a piece, dipping it in the sauce before popping it into her mouth.
The shrimp was fresh and tasty.
Delicious food always has a way of bringing happiness, and Mo Shu appeared quite content.
Mo Shu didn’t just eat herself, she also kept feeding Yu Siqiao.
Whatever she put to his mouth, sweet or salty, Yu Siqiao accepted without complaint.
Mo Shu picked up a piece from the braised pork dish, Yu Siqiao bit into it, and his face wrinkled, that’s when Mo Shu realized it was a piece of ginger and she burst out laughing.
Although they hadn’t said a word, she suddenly felt like she was being tortured—what was that all about?