Just as she'd said, every single dish was spicy seafood. The mere sight of it was enough to make one's throat burn.
But there was no denying they looked exquisite. There was just no telling how they would taste.
Wen Jie loved spicy food—a meal wasn't complete without it. He could, of course, tell that his wife-in-name-only was deliberately catering to his tastes.
He gracefully took his seat and glanced at the table laden with food. He didn't pick up his chopsticks, instead turning his gaze to Shen Lang, who sat there like the very picture of a gentle and virtuous wife.
"Aren't you allergic to seafood?"
There wasn't a single dish on the table she could eat.
Shen Lang lowered her gaze, her lips curling into a shy smile. "It's alright," she said slowly. "All that matters is that you enjoy it."
"You're not eating?" he asked, arching a brow as he picked up his chopsticks.
"I'm not."
