Zhongli Ting indeed did not pick up his chopsticks. He merely ladled himself a bowl of iced mung bean soup and sat opposite Ruhuahua, sipping it slowly and leisurely.
For one, the summer heat and the stuffiness of the kitchen stove had robbed him of his appetite; for another, he had tasted and adjusted the seasoning so many times while cooking that he had already eaten quite a bit. It was truly the first time he had ever felt so lacking in confidence.
Seeing that Ruhuahua had finished most of the dishes and her chopsticks were slowing down, Zhongli Ting, sitting opposite her, finally asked casually, "How did things go when you were in Zhongrong? Did you run into any danger?"
Chapter 153