The birds on the tree were in pairs, and the Si Yaya on the ground wanted to cry. Her meal tasted like chewing wax, and she didn't know how to taste. After all the dishes were served, Yi Qianru concentrated on eating and didn't say a word. Si Yaya wanted to find a topic for several times, but she was frightened by the previous painful lessons and didn't dare to chat again.
She held a bowl of rice in her arms and poked it with her chopsticks. The good bowl of rice was cut into a honeycomb of coal.
"Si Yaya, you eat." Yi Qianru finally stopped his chopsticks and noticed that there was something wrong with the girl.
"Okay, okay!" As if she had received an order, Si Yaya quickly raised her chopsticks to pick up the food.
An imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of Yi Qiantu's mouth
