"No need for pleasantries."
He walked over and sat beside Meng Jingwei, his gaze fixed on her. Pointing at the dishes on the table, he said, "I specially made your favorite braised pork with bamboo shoots and spicy shredded beef."
Meng Jingwei was still immersed in He Kailianuo's earlier words. Facing Qing Muye, she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
Especially since the man had prepared dinner for He Kailianuo, yet had also specially made her braised pork with bamboo shoots and spicy shredded beef.
The process of making braised pork was rather complicated, but he didn't find it troublesome at all, nor was he impatient in making every dish she liked.
A pang of soreness welled up in her chest, making her nostrils feel a sting. Her eyes misted over, but she didn't want Qing Muye to see it. She quietly took a breath, lowered her head, and blinked, dispelling the moisture from her eyes.
Before he could speak, she heard He Kailianuo say with displeasure, "Master, didn't you promise to prepare a lavish banquet just for me?"
Qing Muye slightly raised his eyelids and pointed at the delicacies on the table with his chopsticks. "Finish it first before you say anything!"
"I..."
He Kailianuo was momentarily speechless. She glanced at the ten dishes and two soups on the table, which were quite sumptuous and in generous portions. She indeed couldn't finish them all.
"Are you two going to keep staring? Then I won't be polite," He Kalingchuan, who was thinking of the braised fish, directly picked up his chopsticks and started eating unceremoniously.
Qing Muye, meanwhile, used his chopsticks to serve Meng Jingwei, saying, "You need to nourish your body well lately. Eat more."
His gentle words were full of meticulous care.
He Kailianuo, sitting opposite them, picked up her chopsticks, put food into her mouth, and chewed slowly, savoring the temptation of the delicious food. However, when she looked up and saw Qing Muye's actions towards Meng Jingwei, she felt as if she were chewing wax, the food tasteless.
This wasn't a meal, was it?
It was clearly an unsolicited act of witnessing public displays of affection.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you two done?" She pointed her chopsticks at the two opposite them. "I'm warning you, don't go too far. I, He Kailianuo, may not have many skills, but I'm definitely adept at breaking up couples."
Meng Jingwei, who had been feeling gloomy moments ago, suddenly chuckled. "Yes, yes, it's our fault. You're beautiful, so whatever you say is right."
As she spoke, Meng Jingwei stood up and personally served He Kailianuo, placing a dish in front of her.
He Kailianuo, filled with newfound satisfaction, nodded in contentment. "Now that's more like it."
As she spoke, she glanced at Qing Muye. "Master, you should learn from your wife; you have no sense of observation."
"Don't you have hands?"
The man who rarely smiled was as cool as ever, showing exceptional indifference to everyone.
Compared to his attitude towards Meng Jingwei, it was like two different people, making one suspect he might have split personality disorder.
"You..."
He Kailianuo was momentarily speechless, her face drooping. The next second, she smiled again. "I, this Young Mistress, like your cool demeanor. You should release less of your charm in front of me; otherwise, I might send people to capture you back and fill my 'harem'."
The others: "..." They exchanged smiles.
The four of them drank and talked, enjoying each other's company.
Initially, He Kalingchuan harbored some 'hidden thoughts' about Meng Jingwei, but after learning that 'Iron Pillar' was Qing Muye, he abandoned that idea.
Especially when he discovered that Meng Jingwei's martial arts skills were extraordinary, and he was no match for her.
To avoid asking for trouble, it was better to stay away from her.
...
Meanwhile, Anthony was in a frenzy over Qing Muye's affairs, but he still had no better method to eliminate him.
Just as he was at his wit's end, Antina approached him.
"What do you want from me?"