Jing Xiaocha was eating diligently, but in the end, she still couldn't finish the two dishes.
Touching her full stomach, Jing Xiaocha looked pitifully at Wen Jin, who was eating elegantly beside her, "Brother Wen, I'm really full. I'll save it for tomorrow morning."
Wen Jin glanced down at her stomach and then looked at the dishes on the table.
Jing Xiaocha had put in a lot of effort, but she was eating alone, whereas the two dishes shared by Wen Jin and Zhang Minghui were already almost finished.
"It's not good to eat leftovers overnight."
He said lightly, reaching with his chopsticks to pick up the food Jing Xiaocha left.
And handed his empty bowl to Jing Xiaocha, "Give me another half bowl of rice."
Knowing Jing Xiaocha couldn't finish the food, he had been eating slowly with his usual refined manner.
Jing Xiaocha opened her mouth, wanting to say something but swallowed it back.
Obediently, she served rice for Wen Jin and sat beside him watching him eat.
