Nia was very careful. Bringing Dumplings over was a sudden whim of hers, because she only knew how to make Dumplings.
Maxwell shook his head and reached for the chopsticks.
"No, I like them a lot."
He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, devoid of romantic intent; he just wanted to kiss her.
Seeing him like this, Nia smiled again and picked up another pair of chopsticks.
"Here, try one."
She held one out for him, anticipating him putting it in his mouth.
Maxwell nodded, somewhat unsure how to handle this kind of situation. He could only go along with her and eat the Dumpling.
"It's delicious."
Actually, the emotional turmoil had left him disoriented; he couldn't taste the Dumpling he had put in his mouth at all. It was as if he had suddenly lost his sense of taste—a very strange experience.
Nia pouted, watching him continuously pick up one Dumpling after another and pop them into his mouth.
