They were going to eat omelet rice together later, so Song Nanwu didn't go back to her room. She followed Si Jin into the room happily, then sat on the sofa and started unwrapping the cake.
Si Jin drank yogurt while standing on the coffee table. He glanced down at Song Nanwu's neat movements from a high position, curled his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't the Buddhist sister say that cake is dessert after dinner?"
"Yes." Song Nanwu carefully picked up the transparent box containing the cake and responded without looking up. "The captain said it's about image management. I'll eat half of the cake and give the remaining half to Mr. Lin and the others."
The cold voice was extremely serious. Si Jin looked at Song Nanwu and couldn't help but twitching his lips.
As she said this, Song Nanwu picked up the knife and neatly cut the cake into two halves.
Si Jin looked at the cake for a few seconds. The two halves were evenly divided, but...
"This Buddhist girl has a really good appetite. She's as good as four grown men."
The lazy and indifferent voice contained a hint of mockery.
Song Nanwu, who had long been accustomed to Si Jin's sudden sarcasm, pursed her lips and said nothing.
This is the tragedy of the 27th century. There are nothing but nutritional supplements. Compared with the 21st century, it is simply a food paradise.
Her appetite was indeed good, mainly because she had never eaten before. She wanted to eat everything and wanted to eat more of everything, for fear that one day she would have nothing to eat after returning to the 27th century.
While we are still here, we should cherish the time we spend with delicious food.
Song Nanwu thought about it, picked up the fork and scooped a piece of cake to eat.
Instantly, the sweet and soft taste fills the taste buds, mixed with a few crushed nuts and fruit particles, like a breath of freshness.
The taste of the cake fully demonstrated its unique charm, making Song Nanwu unable to resist eating a few more bites.
After a moment, Song Nanwu suddenly remembered something and looked up at Si Jin.
The latter was glancing at her indifferently, and when he saw her looking at him, he leaned down towards her.
Si Jin chuckled softly, her red lips slightly moistened by the yogurt she had drunk. She looked at Song Nanwu eating the cake obediently and said, "Dessert after dinner, huh?"
Meeting Si Jin's deep, dark eyes, Song Nanwu swallowed the cake in her mouth and said, "It's all divided. It would be disrespectful not to eat it."
Si Jin was almost amused. Looking at the serious look on someone's face, he reached out and scraped the cream off the corner of her mouth. "Our little sister really is a Buddhist. She can be so kind even to a piece of cake. Eat it!"
At this point, Si Jin paused and said, "Eat less, or you won't be able to eat your omelet rice later."
"No, I know my limits." Song Nanwu said seriously.
Si Jin glanced at her, chuckled, stood up straight, and extended his hand over, even shaking the white cream on his index finger.
Song Nanwu looked at the slender finger in front of her and took the tissue beside her.
So why would a mysophobia patient wipe the cream off the corners of her mouth when it could be cleaned with just a lick?
Pulling Si Jin's hand, Song Nanwu carefully wiped the cream-stained area clean, leaving no trace.
The touch on my hand was a little cold, but it inexplicably warmed my heart.
Si Jin looked at her, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
"Captain, why don't you go wash it?" Song Nanwu threw the tissue into the trash can and looked at Si Jin and suggested.
Si Jin withdrew his hand, glanced at her lazily, and walked around to sit on the sofa. "It's already clean, why are you washing it again? It's troublesome."
Song Nanwu glanced at him, said nothing, and continued eating the cake.
Si Jin watched her eat the cake and ignore him: "..."
What a useless foodie!
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