That all-seeing gaze made Chen Jue feel a little guilty.
Could she have found out about what happened back then?
Lu Han placed a piece of deboned fish into Su Qiao's bowl. "Qiaoqiao, you're right. I don't think a little test is being difficult. Go ahead and test me all you want. I'll accept it all."
Duan Ruifeng was speechless.
Was this really the "introverted, quiet" person Chen Jue had described?
Sweet words came one after another. It seemed he wasn't quiet—he just didn't like talking to people who didn't matter to him.
"Have you eaten? If not, why don't you eat with us?"
Since guests had come, Su Qiao couldn't very well neglect them.
Although she really did want them to watch her eat with Lu Han and challenge their stomachs a little.
"Actually, we haven't. But even if we had, I'd still shamelessly try some of the food you made, Xiao Qiao. It looks, smells, and tastes amazing. It's simply too tempting."
Chen Jue sprawled beside the table, looking as though she was about to drool.
If you want to eat, can't you go get a bowl yourself?
Su Qiao glanced at Duan Ruifeng, then decided to let it go.
They were guests, after all.
"Hanhan, get two more bowls."
"Oh."
Lu Han didn't want to get the bowls at all.
All these dishes had been made by his Qiaoqiao with great effort. Why should he let these two annoying outsiders eat them?
"Serve yourselves."
After placing two empty bowls and two pairs of chopsticks in front of them, Lu Han sat back down in his usual spot with a stern little face.
Then, with a gentle expression, he served half a bowl of soup for Su Qiao. "Qiaoqiao, here. The soup has cooled enough to drink. Have