After chewing the food in her mouth and swallowing it completely, she turned to look at Tong Ma, furrowing her brows and speaking, "Tong Ma, are you feeling unwell today? Or are you in a bad mood? Why is the food you made so different from usual?"
It's like two different levels of things.
Tong Ma hadn't even had a chance to speak when Beichen Rui, beside her, suddenly turned cold, and the surrounding air was filled with a chilly atmosphere.
Ye Xinluo naturally noticed too, looking at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He replied lightly, reaching out to stroke her hair, "How's the taste?"
"It's... it's okay..."
Hearing her words, Beichen Rui picked up some ribs with his chopsticks, put them in his mouth, and then frowned deeply, getting up to walk to the trash can and spat them out.
"Tong Ma, make it again." He said coldly, reaching out to take away the plate of ribs from the table.
Ye Xinluo was baffled, blinking. Can anyone tell her what just happened?
