"Um?"

Xie Huaiye held the pan-fried dumplings steadily, the aroma enticing them.

"It won't taste good when it's cold."

Yan Ning quickly glanced around.

They confirmed that no one was paying particular attention to their table.

Like a thief, he quickly lowered his head and took a small bite.

Her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Awoo!"

Sun Wuji immediately let out an exaggerated wail, clutching his chest:

"My eyes! I haven't even had breakfast yet, but I've already eaten my fill of dog food!"

He looked at Xie Huaiye with a sour expression, "Brother Xie, my hand hurts too, can you feed me one too?"

Xie Huaiye didn't even lift his eyelids.

He picked up another small steamed bun and carefully blew on it.

He held it to Yan Ning's lips again before speaking calmly to Sun Wuji:

"Don't you have hands?"

"I have hands! But I don't have anyone to feed me!"

Sun Wuji, with a mournful face, forcefully poked at the eggs on his plate:

"Discrimination! Blatant discrimination! This guy's no longer a brother!"

"Okay, okay, I can do it myself."

Yan Ning felt even more embarrassed by what he said.

He gently kicked Xie Huaiye under the table, signaling him to tone it down.

Xie Huaiye received the signal, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He finally stopped feeding her, but he pushed his own plate of dipping sauce towards her.

Then, she casually picked out the garlic that she didn't like and put it into her own bowl.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

It felt so natural, as if I had done it a thousand times before.

Sun Wuji shook his head and sighed while gulping down his soy milk.

"Sigh, the world is going to the dogs, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be! Can you two please take care of the fragile hearts of single people?"

"This breakfast was both sweet and sour, and I have indigestion!"