Sylvan Cheney strode over, and when he saw the food on the table, there was a deep gleam in his eyes.
"Give it a try, if it's not good, don't tell me. After all, I've been busy for so long," Jasmine Yale handed him the chopsticks, "Eat, aren't you very hungry? You've been urging me all this time."
"You actually know I've been urging you?" Sylvan Cheney was furious.
Jasmine Yale: "..."
She separated the two portions of rice, "I'm hungry too, can I eat?"
"Yeah."
Having gotten permission, Jasmine Yale sat facing him, eating the packed dishes.
As she had expected, the first thing Sylvan Cheney ate was the fried tofu; his taste hadn't changed.
Sylvan Cheney ate, his brows deeply furrowed.
He didn't speak, just silently ate the rice.
Landon flavor, truly was Landon flavor, very authentic.
