Mo Junhua felt satisfied; he liked how Lan Tian could speak his mind freely in front of him without any reservations, instead of maintaining a formal and distant relationship.
"What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you. You have to eat something; grandma would be worried if she knew you were like this." Mo Junhua insisted on making Lan Tian eat.
This man was stubborn; nine bulls wouldn't be able to pull him back.
"I brought some peaches from home, I'll just eat them if I'm hungry. Don't worry about me, I'm grown up and won't starve myself. You go ahead and eat!" Seeing that Mo Junhua was about to persuade him again, Lan Tian said sternly.
Glancing at Lan Tian's bowl, which only had a few bites of rice, and seeing that she really couldn't eat any more, and to avoid getting her angered again, he took her bowl, finished the rice inside, and then cleaned up the dishes.
