With doubts in her heart, Mu Yan was more sensitive than usual.
At the dining table, Jiang Jingheng picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and placed it in her bowl.
In the past, she would eat the food he picked for her, after all, she wasn't a picky eater.
She played with the beef in her bowl with her chopsticks and said, "I don't want to eat this."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her, his eyebrows tightly knitted, "Don't like the dish?"
"Hmm." Mu Yan nodded and put down her chopsticks.
"Then don't eat this, have something else." Jiang Jingheng took the beef from her bowl and placed it into his, then picked up some other dishes for her.
Mu Yan frowned, "Don't worry about me, just eat yourself."
Seeing her lack of appetite, Jiang Jingheng patiently said, "What do you want to eat? If it's not on the table, I'll have Yu Ma make it for you."
Mu Yan looked at his nervous expression and said, "I don't really have an appetite."
