Erya looked up, puzzled: "Why did your grandma mention me?"
Ma Zhihao looked straight into her eyes: "She said you're good-looking, beautiful."
Erya looked at Ma Zhihao skeptically; she didn't believe it at all!
"If you're not going to confide, never mind, but don't joke with me." Erya rolled her eyes with a bit of exasperation.
This girl actually doesn't believe it?
She didn't believe it, and Ma Zhihao didn't continue speaking. This lotus seed soup tasted better and better as he ate.
He asked, "What did you put in it? It tastes so good."
"Quite a few ingredients."
Ma Zhihao was a man, his appetite bigger than a woman's.
In no time, he finished a bowl and stood up, looking like he wanted more.
Erya chuckled lightly and looked up at him: "There's none left."
Ma Zhihao found himself a bit embarrassed.
He looked down at the empty bowl in his hand, "Just one bowl?"
Erya blinked, and under the light, her eyes shone brightly.
