Perhaps she was overwhelmed by the momentum of the building, or trapped by Rong Boye's indifference, Song Xiang felt that she had never been so nervous when meeting Yan Zhenting for the first time.
When we say we eat, we really mean we eat.
Rong Boye started the game without saying a word to her.
Sometimes he suddenly raised his head and stared at her with burning eyes, not looking away for a long time.
Song Xiang sat down obediently. At first he could straighten his back, but slowly he began to shrink his shoulders and even lowered his head deliberately.
This state made her feel like a primary school student sitting next to the teacher's podium, and she had to be careful at all times.
When the dishes were served, they were served one after another, all Chinese food.
Fish growing in soft pockets, Buddha knocking on the wall, Wensi tofu, boiled cabbage...
A delicious dish for the state banquet.
Rong Boye glanced at her lightly and said, "It's a simple home-cooked dish, feel free to try it."
Song Xiang nodded quickly.
It's not simple at all.
She regretted it very much. She shouldn't have come. She was so nervous that her palms were sweaty and her chopsticks were a little slippery.
She randomly stuffed things into her mouth, raised her head slightly, and found that Rong Boye was slow and slow, even his chewing movements were elegant, so she quickly slowed down her eating speed.
Halfway through, a dish of Sansi Soup was served, with a small bowl of coriander on the side.
Song Xiang poured a bowl of coriander into it without even thinking about it.
On the opposite side, Rong Boye's movements stopped.
Song Xiang thought badly and quickly waved her hand, "Hug...sorry!"
Rong Boye glanced at her and said, "Do you like coriander?"
No, it's just that my hands are shaking nervously.
Before she could speak, Rong Boye ordered the servants.
"Here's another bowl."
"yes."
Song Xiang swallowed and took advantage of the time to lower his head and quickly took a big breath.
"Sit up straight." Rong Boye suddenly said.
Song Xiang sat up straight in one second and was more docile than a primary school student.
"Taste the fish."
"OK!"
Follow the orders closely and don't dare to make a mistake.
She picked up a squirrel mandarin fish with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. She was so surprised by the taste that she subconsciously pointed at the fish and said to Rong Boye, "It's absolutely amazing!"
Rong Boye looked at her with deep eyes.
Song Xiang: "..."
"I mean, do you want to try it?"
Rong Boye didn't move.
Song Xiang thought to himself, it's over, this is a surprise.
While she was struggling, across from her, Rong Boye suddenly raised the empty bowl in his hand and handed it in her direction.
Song Xiang was at a loss.
It was Rong Zhe who came up and put the empty bowl in Song Xiang's hand.
Only then did Song Xiang realize. He quickly put down his chopsticks, picked up a large piece of fish in front of him with serving chopsticks and put it into the bowl.
Rong Zhe brought it to Rong Boye's hand again.
Song Xiang bit her chopsticks and murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough, it's not good if the table is too big. It's hard to eat."
Rong Boye glanced at her and said, "That's right."
Song Xiang: "Ah?"
"The table is big, which is really not good."
Song Xiang: "...ha."
"Do you like fish very much?" Rong Boye asked again before he touched the fish.
Song Xiang pointed to the fish in front of him, "It's usually just fine, but this sweet and sour one is especially delicious!"
Rong Boye's eyebrows narrowed and his eyes froze for a moment.
Song Xiang was slightly shocked, thinking that he had said the wrong thing.
"Rong...Mr. Rong?"
"I love people, and I also like to eat sweet and sour food." Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang was speechless.
She knew that Rong Boye's wife died young and seemed to have no children.
At his age, if he had married another man, he would have had children long ago.
It is obvious that he plans to stay alone for the rest of his life.
Being so rich yet so infatuated. Song Xiang couldn't help but feel sad and felt that Rong Boye was really pitiful.