Zhao Gushen used his chopsticks to serve Ye Fei some dishes that were far from her and she felt embarrassed to reach for.
But then, Mrs. Zhao had an opinion again: "That's impolite! How can you use your own chopsticks to serve?"
Aren't you afraid of being disliked!
Isn't it unsanitary!
"There are communal chopsticks on the table." Mrs. Zhao added.
"..." Zhao Gushen turned his head to ask Ye Fei, "Do you mind?"
Ye Fei: "..."
How was she supposed to respond!
Since when had their relationship reached the point where they could share utensils?
Moreover, doing it in front of Mrs. Zhao, being so intimate, what if it led to a misunderstanding!
But when Ye Fei met Zhao Gushen's eyes, it was as if he was saying that yesterday at lunch, they had already shared spoons and chopsticks.
Ye Fei immediately felt weak: "No... I don't mind..."
A glint of sharpness appeared in Mrs. Zhao's eyes, feeling that things were not so simple.
