Lin Meng Qiu ate two bowls of rice again that evening.
Although he had made three dishes, Chen Shi'an was very good at judging portions. The two of them polished off all three dishes, and Lin Meng Qiu even picked up and ate the last piece of fish head meat.
With her fill of food and drink, the class monitor looked soft and languid, without a trace of her usual sharpness on her face.
Having grown used to being alone with him, she even let him see how she normally behaved at home. Her belly felt warm and full, and warmth flowed from her lower abdomen through her limbs. Her usually straight back slid down along the chair, leaving her reclining in her dining chair, unable to resist stretching her lower legs forward.
Then she kicked Chen Shi'an's foot across the table.
Chen Shi'an lowered his head to look beneath the edge of the table, and those fair little feet in slippers immediately withdrew.
When he looked up again, Lin Meng Qiu was already sitting straight in her dining chair.
A little embarrassed at having unconsciously revealed her less dignified at-home manner, she pretended nothing had happened and stood up to clear the dishes and cutlery.
They had both put their food scraps on tissues, which made cleaning up easy. Lin Meng Qiu grasped the edges of her tissue with both hands, lifted the scraps, and placed them on a plate. Just as she reached for Chen Shi'an's scraps, he picked them up himself and put them on the plate.
Chen Shi'an ate very neatly. There was practically no grease on his side of the table, and not a single grain of rice remained in his bowl.
He had only used two tissues throughout the meal: one for the scraps