Yin Tao stared at Feng Jing as if he was a rare animal. It was reasonable for him to guess that she wanted to eat, but it was a little scary to be able to guess accurately that she wanted to eat rice noodles.
"Brother Feng, surely you can't do fortune telling, right?" Yin Tao looked at Feng Jing nervously, afraid that he would see through her thoughts.
"The reason I can guess that you're thinking about food is because from the first time I saw you, I realized that you love food and have a great appetite."
Feng Jing smiled and continued to explain to Yin Tao, "As for guessing that you want to eat rice noodles, it's because you were staring at the rice noodles delivered by the delivery man for three minutes at the entrance of the hospital."
Hearing Feng Jing's words, the surprise on Yin Tao's face gradually froze. She didn't expect Feng Jing to be able to guess all of this because he was very observant and also because he felt that she was someone who loved food.
