Lin Zhexia was busy gnawing on a chicken wing. She glanced at her while biting the wing, not understanding her meaning: “?”
Chen Lin pointed outside the glass window with her chopsticks: “Just in the past ten minutes, out of ten people who walked by, nine looked over at our table.”
“…”
“That’s so exaggerated.”
“Not exaggerated,” Chen Lin said, “I haven’t even used hyperbole yet, just stating facts.”
The others at the table were busy discussing next week’s sports meet.
Tang Shuxuan: “I heard it in the teacher’s office, we’re having a sports meet next week, and it’s being held together with other schools.”
Xu Ting: “I also heard from the seniors, our school’s sports meet will indeed be held with other schools, and it will last two days with no classes needed. This year, it seems to be with the neighboring school.”
“Neighboring school?”
“That Experimental Affiliated Middle School.”
“…”
Lin Zhexia finished her chicken wing, was quite full, so she put down her chopsticks and listened to their conversation.
Chen Lin asked: “Why have it together with other schools?”
Xu Ting: “Our school rarely organizes one, and usually doesn’t organize many activities. I guess they want to make it big, strong, and glorious all at once.”
Tang Shuxuan: “That makes sense.”
As Lin Zhexia listened, her thoughts drifted, thinking about what Chen Lin had secretly told her, and she couldn’t help but glance at the person sitting beside her.
Chi Yao’s position was right opposite the large glass window. He wasn’t joining the conversation. The waiter had just served everyone a portion of steamed egg custard, and he was casually stirring his bowl with a spoon.
He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a shadow beneath, and even the line of his jaw exuded a sense of detachment.
Looking at him, Lin Zhexia thought randomly:
If it’s this face, it’s indeed not an exaggeration.
Just as she was thinking this, the person she was secretly watching also looked up at her and said, “Give me your bowl.”
Lin Zhexia belatedly pointed at the untouched egg custard in front of her: “This one?”
Chi Yao neither confirmed nor denied.
Lin Zhexia found it somewhat ridiculous: “How can you be like this—”
“Like what?”
“Don’t be too greedy. You already have a portion, and I still want to eat this one.”
Chi Yao leaned back slightly, saying nonchalantly: “What can we do? I just want to eat two portions.”
Lin Zhexia: “Then go eat Xu Ting’s.”
Xu Ting, who was inexplicably dragged in: “?”
Then, Lin Zhexia said, “Or, you can starve to death.”
Chi Yao curled his lips slightly: “Oh, I’ll starve to death.”
After saying this, he directly reached out and took her bowl of egg custard in front of him. Lin Zhexia was about to say he was going too far when the hand released the bowl and placed the white porcelain bowl he had been stirring with a spoon for half a day in front of her.
The white porcelain bowl also contained an untouched portion of egg custard.
But to say it was untouched might not be quite accurate.
Because the layer of green onions originally sprinkled on top of the egg custard had been picked out.
She didn’t particularly like eating green onions.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t eat them, but if time allowed, she would generally pick them out.
When Chi Yao ate at her house when they were young, he had seen her picking out green onions.
That time, Lin He’s hand probably trembled, scattering an unusually large amount. She picked for a long time, and finally sighed: “I’m so tired.”
Chi Yao’s words were as unpleasant as ever: “Then don’t eat.”
Lin Zhexia had shown a knack for knowing how to adapt from a young age: “…Not eating will make me hungry. I’ll rest a bit and then continue picking.”
However, while she was resting, Chi Yao picked up the chopsticks she had just put down.
Lin Zhexia: “Don’t steal my food.”
“…”
After a while.
She asked again: “Are you helping me pick out the green onions?”
The young Chi Yao said disdainfully, “Who wants to help you pick? I just don’t want someone sighing while I’m eating.”
…
Perhaps because she thought of childhood.
Looking at the bowl of egg custard in front of her, Lin Zhexia felt as if someone had very gently poked her heart.
It should be because of the childhood memory.
Lin Zhexia reinforced this hypothesis in her mind.
Otherwise, she couldn’t find any other reason to explain her current feelings.
Lin Zhexia quickly extricated herself from the memory, holding that bowl of egg custard and saying, “I apologize for my offense just now. I was being small-minded. I didn’t mean for you to starve to death. I hope more than anyone that you can eat your fill.”
Chi Yao appeared too lazy to bother with her.
He leaned back again, casually squeezing the knuckles of the hand he had just withdrawn: “Shut your mouth and eat your food.”