The skewers were delivered shortly after, but Su Wanwan did not leave, nor did Ning Chen. He ate one skewer, then another, his brow furrowed slightly. Su Wanwan stood to the side, nervously twisting the hem of her apron and asking cautiously, "Brother Ning, what's wrong?"
"Why does this taste wrong today?" Ning Chen put down a half-eaten skewer.
Su Wanwan's face flushed slightly. Looking terribly embarrassed, she whispered, "Brother Ning, I grilled these skewers for you myself."
Chapter 87