"No," Rong Che said between bites. "Eat your food."
"Oh, all right."
An Ruoxue wanted to ask more, but seeing that Rong Che looked somewhat impatient, she simply closed her mouth and stopped talking. She picked up her chopsticks, placed a bite of food into her mouth, and chewed, instantly finding it as tasteless as chewing wax.
Today's lunch could be considered the quietest meal An Ruoxue and Rong Che had ever shared.
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