Mr. Xu found the dishes he ordered a bit too strong in flavor; after tasting a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and took a few sips of hot tea.
Qin Muni glanced up and saw him drinking tea, instinctively expressing concern, "What's wrong, not to your liking?"
Mr. Xu curled his lips, "Yeah, a bit."
Qin Muni lowered her head, placing some food in her bowl, but five seconds later, she couldn't help but put down her chopsticks, picked up the tablet on the table to order a lighter dish for Mr. Xu, and then, not too amused, said, "Don't come back blaming me if you feel unwell later."
Her awkward attitude made Mr. Xu chuckle, "Munni, you're really nice."
Qin Muni raised her eyes with disdain, glanced at him, and swiftly lowered her gaze again. Her long, curled lashes masked the fleeting panic in her peach blossom eyes.
The three of them spent nearly an hour having dinner, and Fujino Doxu wiped his mouth contentedly afterward.
