Chi Enen looked at the thermos bucket that had been tossed aside. Though she couldn't hide her disappointed mood, she knew it was indeed difficult to get Li Beijue to eat her slightly cloying noodles.
However, she could accept failing just once; worst case, she'd seize the next opportunity to bring him back to the villa and cook for him.
Freshly made noodles would definitely look better than ones that have been sitting in a thermos bucket for a period of time; he'd most likely eat them.
But...
Chi Enen took the knife and fork, but her gaze still drifted sideways.
Her morning's labor had been wasted like this, and no matter how you sliced it, there was still a sense of loss.
