After sitting down, the Prince proactively served him a meal and did not sit across from him, but rather beside him.
Jiang Si looked at the bowl and chopsticks on the table, "Why is there only one set of utensils?"
Is the Mirror Country really in such dire straits?
"We can just use one set," the Prince said with a carefree smile, "I'm not picky."
Well, what if I am picky?
He watched as the Prince used those chopsticks, taking a bite, then feeding one bite to Jiang Si.
With difficulty, he opened his mouth and ate.
It's not that there's anything problematic; if truth be told, the Prince's saliva is sweet as honey, with scarcely any trace on the used chopsticks, on the contrary, it carried a fragrant aroma, perhaps due to a special constitution of Mirror Country's citizens.
But Jiang Si has disliked sharing chopsticks with others since childhood.
