When she had placed two dishes and a soup on the dining table, she went back to the kitchen and washed the dishes, calling Dan Tingye, who was watching TV in the living room, to eat.
"I haven't cooked Chinese food for a long time, I don't know if it tastes good. If it doesn't, you can go back to the villa to eat. I'm afraid you won't be full."
Meimei scooped a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Dan Tingye.
Hearing her words, he didn't react much; he just took the bowl and ate quietly.
He was very well-mannered, and hardly spoke at the dining table, eating elegantly, occasionally giving her some food.
Meimei had never been so nervous. When she saw him picking up the dish she cooked to put in his mouth, she held her breath, afraid he might find it unappetizing.
But after waiting for a while, he finished the food in his mouth and showed no intention of speaking.
He didn't scold her or praise her, just ate silently.
