"I know. It's not that I'm not eating," Ye Qianning said. "My food just hasn't arrived yet."
Sang Zhi glared at her, then lowered his head and continued eating.
'He really is a model of propriety,' Ye Qianning thought, watching his slow, deliberate movements. 'It would probably take him half an hour to finish a bowl of rice that anyone else could down in five minutes.'
Luo Wen brought over a tray of food and set it on the table.
Sang Zhi instinctively glanced over. He looked slightly taken aback, his gaze falling on Ye Qianning's chubby face.
"What is it?"
Ye Qianning picked up her chopsticks.
Sang Zhi averted his gaze, looked down, and continued to take small bites.
The academy's food was quite good: chicken legs, pork, vegetables, rice, and a bowl of soup.
Having been with Ye Qianning for so long, Luo Wen naturally knew her appetite. He had gotten her double portions of everything, piling the food high on her plate.
