Even the bowl of porridge meant for her alone was probably too much for her.
Yan Nuoya pursed her lips and looked at him in silence.
Just as mean-spirited as yesterday, she thought with a hint of displeasure.
Mo Xiangwen smiled in satisfaction and was just about to reach out and take back the wonton noodles when Yan Nuoya moved.
"Sure, wait a moment." Yan Nuoya got up and left.
Just as he was wondering what she was doing, Yan Nuoya returned shortly afterward with a small bowl and a spoon.
"Then thank you, Student Mo Xiangwen." Yan Nuoya placed the bowl in the middle of the table and smiled softly.
...She was certain that, given his personality, he would at most fire back with a teasing remark.
He pressed his tongue against his teeth, and the faint sting cleared his thoughts a little.
"How about this, Student Yan? You can decide how much to take yourself." Mo Xiangwen said with a cheerful smile. "If there isn't enough, I can order another serving. No need to be polite with me."
Yan Nuoya fell silent for a moment, then actually started spooning wonton after wonton into the bowl.
No, the two of them were nothing alike.
When she reached the fourth one, Mo Xiangwen sighed inwardly and stopped her. "Be careful not to overfill your stomach."
He did not really mind, since he could always order another serving if necessary. What he was worried about was Yan Nuoya forcing herself to eat when she could no longer manage it and hurting her stomach.
This was fine. Better for everyone.
The two of them tacitly avoided bringing up what had just happened and silently pulled their bowls back toward themselves.
However, Mo Xiangwen noticed that compared to yesterday, when everyone else had