Perhaps it's because Xia Siyu usually spoils and indulges him, a single warm-hearted word from her instantly makes Bo Yan feel as if he's basking in the spring breeze. Even though most of the snacks he's holding have been chilled by the December wind, Bo Yan still nods, finds a secluded spot where no one is around, and takes off his mask to eat.
He's a man, gobbling up skewer after skewer, eating very quickly. Seeing him enjoy the food so much, Xia Siyu also laughs: "The things I picked taste pretty good, right?"
Bo Yan doesn't reply; he needs to finish quickly. After all, just now a concerned citizen saw Xia Siyu's face when she took off her mask to eat, and glanced over at them in a bit of surprise.
But seeing him eat so earnestly, Xia Siyu also remembers the taste of these treats, and her appetite is whetted again: "Is it tasty? Let me try some."
