Rubble wanted some too.
At Rubble's request, Nian Shutong stood up and, with her chopsticks, fed him too—the fourth to be fed.
After Rubble finished eating, Ji Sisi looked at the last fried meat roll on the plate, feeling conflicted.
She wanted to eat it, but there was only one left.
Eating it felt somewhat distressing.
Nian Shutong noticed Ji Sisi's dilemma with just a glance and, with a pair of chopsticks, split the dry tofu roll down the middle perfectly symmetrical, though how she accomplished it was anyone's guess.
Seeing this, Ji Sisi's eyes practically sparkled with little suns.
"Mr. Nian, how did you do that?"
"They're exactly the same size."
"You're amazing! So perfect!"
Ji Sisi wasn't in a hurry to eat; instead, she just circled the plate, wanting to study it thoroughly.
Nian Shutong grabbed Ji Sisi's hand and placed the plate in her palm, saying, "Take your time to figure it out."
