"How does it taste?" Lin Xinlan asked expectantly.
"It's really good, feed me another piece."
"Really?" Lin Xinlan smiled as she cut another piece and fed him. Rong Shaoze savored it with gusto and then cut a piece to feed her.
After Lin Xinlan ate it, she said with satisfaction, "I'm glad it's palatable."
"No, I think it's delicious." The man had another piece, as though he was tasting a delicacy of the world.
Lin Xinlan lowered her eyes slightly, picked up her wine glass, and, looking up with a smile, said, "Let's toast, but I can't drink too much, so you finish yours, and I'll drink leisurely."
Rong Shaoze laughed heartily, lifted his glass, and nodded cheerfully, "Alright, I'll finish mine, you at your leisure! But we have to drink like this."
In Lin Xinlan's puzzled gaze, he held up his glass, his arm circling hers, making a gesture as if to drink from crossed arms.
Lin Xinlan's eyes glittered, staring at him fixedly, unable to look away.
