Bo Yanching didn't tense up and sat down leaning next to her.
The table was old, its edges chipped in several places, its corners rounded and faded from touch, and a layer of grease that couldn't be cleaned off floated on the surface.
Bo Yanching showed no signs of disdain, pulled out two tissues, first wiped the area in front of Nan Jiaojiao, then folded the tissue to wipe his own side.
"Didn't eat enough tonight?"
"Now that we're here, it's appropriate to eat something. If you feel uncomfortable, then I won't eat."
Bo Yanching smiled lightly, "Let's eat, I'm hungry too."
Nan Jiaojiao crossed her legs. The chair was so low that her knees reached up to her chest. Resting one hand on her knee and cradling her face, she scrutinized him, "You can even handle street food; you must have never touched this kind of stuff before."
Nan Jiaojiao was merely curious.
