The stove's fire was burning well, and soon the rice had cooked into porridge, which Yan Zhan first dished out a bowl for Zhan Se.
"Here, eat this. Be careful! Don't burn yourself."
She smiled in thanks, but the corners of Zhan Se's eyes kept stealing glances at Gu Dongchuan.
Meanwhile, her mind replayed the scene that had just unfolded.
The waiter was bringing over the pot of porridge, she was on Gu Dongchuan's right side…
The waiter's pot tilted, nearly spilling over; if it had, Gu Dongchuan would have suffered…
Gu Dongchuan instinctively reached out to catch it…
Of course, all that was fine, but the problem was that he had first extended his left hand.
It was a minute detail that most people might not notice or pay attention to; however, Zhan Se was not only meticulous in thought, but had also pondered over the matter of left and right hands many times during this period.
