Wang Qi sat before a steaming bowl of tofu pudding, the fragrance of honey just discernible. There was a plate of sweet and sour pork, thickly coated in a tangy sauce, and sugar-coated glutinous rice cakes, also heavy on the sweetness…
Wang Qi looked at Chen Youjia with a puzzled expression, "Well, I don't particularly like sweets, except for the tofu pudding…"
And who knows how this guy manages to carry so much food around all the time?
Chen Youjia's expression didn't change, "Eating something sweet or some meat can improve your mood."
The human brain produces a sense of fulfillment from the intake of calories; it's instinctual.
"Thanks, junior sister," Wang Qi honestly slurped up a spoonful of the tofu pudding.
"How many times have I told you, it's senior sister."
"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Qi nodded lightly and said, "Honestly, you don't need to treat me like 'this guy is going to lose control' or 'this guy is going to break down.' I'm quite fine and calm right now."
