Nan Jiaojiao had to stand up to reach Song Yuan's bowl.
Her leg was injured, not her hands. Clearly seeing Nan Jiaojiao bend all the way over, she still sat there without moving, just said, "Sorry to trouble you."
Nan Jiaojiao gave a slight nod, scooped just one spoonful without adding anything, set the spoon on top and carried the bowl back in front of Song Yuan.
"Thank you."
Song Yuan smiled at her, took a spoonful, but only let it touch the corner of her lips in a light sip, the taste didn't even have time to spread in her mouth. "It's good. If there's a chance next time, can you take me to this shop to try it?"
Nan Jiaojiao gave a faint smile. "Sure, I'll call you next time."
She actually didn't refuse.
Song Yuan, on the contrary, didn't quite know how to follow up.
