Mu Shini was momentarily speechless, her fair and delicate fingers gently gliding across the dining table.
"Sit down."
Bo Sishen repeated, his tone cold.
"Oh..." Mu Shini obediently nodded and sat down on the dining chair.
"Eat meat, eat vegetables."
Bo Sishen picked up his chopsticks and placed some meat and vegetables into her dish.
"You eat too." Mu Shini picked up her chopsticks, watching his elegant movements, as graceful as those of a noble gentleman.
She spoke as she served Bo Sishen some vegetables.
"Mm." Bo Sishen glanced at the meat she had served him, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He was always picky about food; even in the military district, the meals didn't suit his taste, he always needed special arrangements.
The cook at home made colorful and delicious meals, but the dishes she served seemed even tastier.
