"Hey Wang! What's wrong? Not used to spicy food?"
Wang Qiang held his bowl and picked at the rice, as if he hadn't heard Old Zhao's question.
Tang Xiaoquan noticed this and nudged him with his elbow, smilingly saying, "Hey Qiang, Uncle Zhao worked hard to make us this feast. How can you be so unappreciative? Come on, try a piece of beef; it's too good to miss!"
Before Tang Xiaoquan could finish his enticing offer, Wang Qiang set his bowl and chopsticks down on the table weakly and said, "I don't have an appetite today, you guys eat!"
Both Old Zhao and Tang Xiaoquan understood the reason behind Wang Qiang's behavior — it was the phone call earlier that triggered it.
Old Zhao had intended to use dinner as an opportunity to help Wang Qiang adjust, but it turned out this way, leaving him to silently lament the complex and fragile nature of young people's romantic affairs.
