Fang Yi rolled his eyes beside them and buried himself in his food.
Hah! Playing games.
Only after hearing him say his hands were cold did Yu Xiuyuan belatedly feel a little embarrassed.
Then he reconsidered. They had already hugged, so what was holding hands?
He lifted his bowl and took a couple of sips. The soup was just the right temperature, and its warmth spread from his stomach through his whole body. It felt wonderful.
Returning the favor, he ladled out a bowl for Yun Chuan too.
After a pause, he served Fang Yi a bowl as well.
The cameraman had a table to himself, so there was no need to worry about him.
Yun Chuan looked at the soup in front of Fang Yi and found him even more irritating.
Fang Yi raised his eyebrows, lifted his bowl, and leisurely took a sip, giving Yun Chuan a provocative look.
"You know what? This soup really is good."
Yun Chuan lowered his eyes, considering whether to make a list of the opportunities Fang Yi had given Wen Lin in the past and send Su Ziming a copy.
After finishing his soup, Yun Chuan discreetly piled more food into Yu Xiuyuan's bowl.
Yu Xiuyuan accepted everything, polishing off his bowl of rice along with all the dishes.
When he put down his chopsticks, not a single grain of rice remained.
Looking at his spotless empty bowl, Yun Chuan's eyes flickered with regret.
I underestimated his appetite.
After lunch, the three of them wandered aimlessly around the amusement park to walk off their meal.
Before long, they spotted bumper cars on ice.
All three were interested.
Yu Xiuyuan had barely climbed in before Yun Chuan followed, taking the seat beside him.
The car was small, and Yun Chuan's shoulders were broad,