"There's nothing like that," Jiaojiao shook her head.
Xiu Xi's expression finally softened, but Ruan Hao's gaze flickered slightly. When he looked down and met Jiaojiao's eyes, he simply smiled gently.
By the time they returned to the private room, most of the dishes had already been served.
People in Beidu are used to starting their meals with soup. A bowl of fresh fish soup had already been ladled for Jiaojiao. She took a sip and immediately squinted her eyes in delight.
Perhaps it was because she had been a cat in a previous life, she naturally loved eating fish. However, her hand had been injured a while ago, and according to the old sayings from their region, fish is considered a "trigger food"—it's not suitable when one has cuts that are inflamed. So, she hadn't eaten fish at home for quite some time.
Jiaojiao was seated next to Ruan Hao, who had almost entirely taken care of her throughout the meal. This time, even Xiu Xi hadn't competed with him.
