Another table full of delicious dishes, impeccable in both taste and presentation, truly appetizing, showing the care taken in preparation.
Meng Jingyi was in a good mood, with an equally good appetite. As Xiao Heng and Ye Zhi Ning sat down, she immediately picked up her chopsticks to enjoy the food, but the pain in her palm made her stop.
Her hand hurt, but faced with this table of delicious food, what could she do?
The clever girl immediately switched to using her left hand. Of course, she was still accurate with each pick, but her posture was not very elegant.
Beside her, Xiao Heng frowned, tapping the table in front of her like a stern old man, "You should eat properly at the table."
Before Xiao Heng even closed his mouth, "thud"—a piece of rib slipped from Meng Jingyi's chopsticks.
Meng Jingyi, "..."
