Yasa noticed she wasn't eating and picked some food for her: "Why aren't you eating?"
"Not hungry."
"I thought it might not suit Anne's taste," Delisa laughed. "But the food is really good, Anne, you should try some."
Yasa personally peeled a crab for Guaiguai, "Don't you love this?"
Only then did Guaiguai pick up her chopsticks and start eating.
Delisa also picked food for Yasa, but he didn't eat any of it.
"Mr. Yasa, is it not to your liking?" she asked sincerely.
"No, it's fine."
"But you're not eating any."
Guaiguai immediately took another plate and picked some food for Yasa.
Only then did Yasa pick up his chopsticks and eat.
Delisa's eyes flickered; she naturally understood what they meant.
She refilled Yasa's wine glass, "Mr. Yasa, let me toast you again."
Yasa declined, "It's enough."
"Just one last glass," Delisa stubbornly held up the wine glass, "You have no idea how much I want to thank you; you must drink this."
