Feng Zheyu saw that Lu Xiaoyou didn't take it, "Maybe you've had this before, but you haven't had this delicious ice sugar gourd today, so this last one is for you."
He would share delicious things with others. When he tastes something good, his originally emotionless, pitch-black eyes light up with a sparkle.
Lu Xiaoyou smiled at him, "Then let's trade, this oden is really good, do you want to try it?"
Feng Zheyu had never tried oden before, watching Lu Xiaoyou eat so deliciously made him itch.
"Okay."
The two exchanged their food, and Lu Xiaoyou watched Feng Zheyu eating the oden. He stared at the fish tofu on the skewer; he had never eaten anything like it before.
Feng Zheyu heard Lu Xiaoyou's laughter and turned his head. Lu Xiaoyou had thrown the ice sugar gourd skewer into a trash can. She said:
"You're not really a cold person, are you? I didn't expect Mr. Feng to be such a foodie."
