"Open it!"
Putting aside his hubris for a moment, Xia Yu coughed and made himself more serious.
Eriina nodded lightly, her hands neither sluggish nor delayed, with a lively jump, she placed them on both sides of the food box lid.
"Is it open?"
Big eyes blinked, the violet pupils reflecting the silhouette of the boy.
"Open!"
Xia Yu chuckled.
The Divine Tongue was not a shy girl. Even though all the cameras focused on her and everyone, including Xia Yu, was watching her, she showed not a hint of nervousness. Her only fear came from the Ghost Father and his dishes.
Click!
The lid of the box loosened slightly, resembling the opening of a steam pressure cooker, a hiss sounded as steam poured out of the small gap.
Instantly, and it was no illusion, Eriina's fine nose and pale forehead were beaded with sweat as if from a steam sauna; her cheeks flushed red.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
