Neither of them noticed a figure hurry away from the corner of the corridor.
Yan Ningke had only been eating for a few minutes when Shao Ke pushed the door open and walked in.
His mouth stuffed full, Yan Ningke spoke indistinctly. "Done talking?"
Shao Ke sat down and ladled him a bowl of soup. "Mm. Why do you wolf everything down the moment I stop watching?"
Yan Ningke swallowed the shumai in his mouth, gave him a placating smile, and obediently took the bowl of soup and drank a few mouthfuls.
Shao Ke put some food on his plate in exasperation. "Eat this fast again, and I'll find someone whose sole job is to watch you eat."
Ever since his time working as a nanny, Yan Ningke had eaten very quickly, chewing each mouthful a few hasty times before stuffing in the next.
Shao Ke had corrected him many times, but the habit seemed etched into his bones. Every time he started eating, he stuffed his mouth with large bites, only slowing down when he was almost full.
Shao Ke did not know what had made him act as though he never knew where his next meal was coming from. He could not bear to scold him, either, so he could only keep serving him soup, slowly changing his eating habits.
Zheng Yan Che arrived quickly, having rushed over as soon as he received the call. The private room was dimly lit, but he spotted that unrestrained, flamboyant figure at once.
Si Yanzhuo noticed him first. Seeing where his gaze was fixed, he suddenly chuckled.
Wen Shaoyu, who was sitting beside him drinking with gusto, abruptly turned toward him. "What are you laughing at?"
Was he laughing at him? Huh?!
Si Yanzhuo could not be bothered with his