Bei Mingyuan had impeccable table manners. He ate the instant noodles with unhurried grace, finishing even the lettuce leaves that had been washed, blanched, and deliberately placed on a small white porcelain dish.
Xin Huohuo had never seen anyone look so handsome just eating. She couldn't help but stare, and when Bei Mingyuan seemed to sense it and looked up, she quickly feigned nonchalance. Grabbing a clean towel, she started wiping non-existent dust from the refrigerator, not even realizing how ridiculous she looked.
"It was delicious," Bei Mingyuan said, setting down his chopsticks. "Thank you for the meal."
"Er, it was just instant noodles." Xin Huohuo gave a flustered laugh, not knowing what to do with her hands.
