He Said Goodnight

A bowl of chicken soup, two jujube paste cakes, and a few scattered bites of side dishes—Fang Jin finished dinner.

It was a good thing Si You had not seen it, or he would definitely have asked, "Are you feeding a bird?"

Lu Jiatang knew Fang Jin had eaten too little as well, but there was a hint of fatigue in the way Fang Jin set down his chopsticks. He had practically forced down those last few bites, so Lu Jiatang did not dare push him.

"Full?" Lu Jiatang asked.

Fang Jin gave a quiet acknowledgment.

Lu Jiatang was still hungry. He had been too busy watching Fang Jin just now.

He mixed a bowl of rice with some soup and side dishes. He did not make much noise while eating, but he ate very quickly.

Leaning back in his chair, Fang Jin looked as though he had discovered something novel. In his memory, Lu Jiatang was rarely like this. He had always been unhurried, composed, and rigid.

Fang Jin could not help asking, "You like this kind of food now?"

"I like it a lot." After swallowing the food in his mouth, Lu Jiatang said, "B Country is practically all bread—baked or steamed—and there's a lot of sashimi too. But you get sick of it after a while."

Fang Jin smiled softly. "Wasn't that your own choice?"

The moment he said it, Fang Jin regretted it a little. It sounded far too sarcastic.

Yet Lu Jiatang did not even furrow his brow. Instead, he nodded. "Mm. I wasn't used to living there, so I came back."

There seemed to be a deeper meaning to those words, but Fang Jin had made new rules for himself. Whenever he began having improper thoughts about Lu Jiatang, he would stop at the