The man frowned, picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, swallowed it, but didn't pick up a second bite.
"How about… I get you some soup?"
Knowing the dish wasn't to his taste, Yu Yao stood up, reached out to take the soup bowl in front of him, and served him a small bowl of soup.
"I think this soup looks good, why don't you give it a try?"
Moses looked up, and saw the girl's robe collar slipping down, revealing a glimpse of delicate white with an ambiguous shadow in between. His breath caught, and his hand hesitated slightly when taking the soup, not holding it firmly. Yu Yao had already let go of her fingers, the soup bowl tilted, and the soup spilled all over the table.
"Ah!"
Yu Yao cried out in surprise, hurriedly pulled back the chair, grabbed the napkins on the table, and rushed to his side, quickly drawing out papers to help him wipe.
By this time, Moses had already risen from his chair, avoiding the soup spilling down.
"I'm so sorry… I… I really…"
