"Why aren’t you eating? Does it not suit your taste?" Bo Yan shook his head and only picked up the knife and fork after her prompt.

"It’s really delicious, especially the cheese, melted into the beef, the taste is amazing. The tomato flavor is also well-cooked, cutting the grease."

Bo Yan cut a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Xia Siyu looked at him with starry eyes, "Right? Isn’t it tasty?"

She was still slurping, clearly wanting more. Bo Yan cut a piece and pushed the plate in front of her, "You eat it."

Xia Siyu didn’t mind eating his part; she was just curious, "Why, isn’t it to your taste?"

Bo Yan shook his head, "Didn’t you say you didn’t want to have any regrets coming here? If you like it, eat more."

"And you?" Just as Xia Siyu finished her sentence, Bo Yan reached for the pre-meal breadbasket the restaurant offered, spreading a thin layer of butter with the back of his knife, "This will do."

Facing delicious food, Xia Siyu had no reservations. Seeing Bo Yan eating, she went ahead and unabashedly took his share and devoured it. As she ate, she mumbled, "No waste."

With bread in his left hand, Bo Yan spread a little butter with the back of the dining knife in his right hand. Once the bread was finished, Xia Siyu returned the plate, surprisingly leaving him a piece of meat, generously saying, "Don’t say I starved you, I specially left it for you."

Bo Yan looked down; the piece she left was the same one he had cut before. This girl, she still minds eating his saliva!

"Wasting is shameful." Xia Siyu smiled at him, seemingly ready to stuff it in his mouth if he didn’t eat.

Bo Yan sighed, "I was just sighing that you’ve finally grown up, now a big girl. Didn’t expect you’d revert to being three years old in an instant."

Xia Siyu ignored his words and urged, "Hurry and eat, don’t waste it."

Bo Yan had no choice but to take the knife and fork, shoving the remaining piece into his mouth. After he finished, the next dessert was served. Xia Siyu took a bite and remarked, "This time, don’t say I’m unreasonable; I won’t steal your share."

Bo Yan tasted it too, "As if I don’t know you dislike cinnamon-flavored desserts."

Xia Siyu smiled at him, then bowed her head to focus on her own dessert.

Bo Yan didn’t eat but kept watching her. His earlier sigh was genuine. If Xia Siyu’s superhero movie shoot went smoothly this time, she’d indeed captivate audiences worldwide. The reactions of the two locals just now said it all; Xia Siyu had already achieved global recognition.

And he, it felt as though he’d returned to university, whether studying or lecturing, watching Xia Siyu become a big star from afar, with mixed feelings. Not jealousy, not envy, just sentimentality. Xia Siyu was meant to be a natural-born star, with looks and body favored by the heavens, an outgoing and stress-resistant personality. Even her so-called scandals became points of controversy, constantly drawing attention.

Through her transformations, he had always been by her side, seeing the clearest. But for the world to truly recognize her talents and abilities, it would take the release and subsequent awards of her films to conclude.

But that day might come soon, maybe the Golden Lion tomorrow could be her moment of glory too.

Last year it was the Cannes Best Supporting Actress. If she won the Golden Lion this year and took the world by storm with the superhero film, she’d quickly emerge as China’s most globally recognized star. This influence was something Shang Feifei didn’t have, he didn’t have, not even her mother had achieved such accomplishments.

Even if she didn’t win tomorrow, it wouldn’t matter. Her works frequently made it into major film festivals, winning would just be a matter of time.

By then, he would become the one looking up to her on stage again.

"Why aren’t you eating again? Do you also dislike cinnamon flavor?"

Xia Siyu, unaware of his sentiments, looked up at him puzzled.

Bo Yan shook his head, picked up the small fork, and stuffed the piece of dessert into his mouth. It had the tartness of apple and cherry, with a rich taste of cinnamon.

On the way back, Xia Siyu was still muttering, "Looks like the online reviews are wrong about this place. We shouldn’t dine here again. You didn’t like it."

Bo Yan shook his head, "Not at all. I wasn’t eating because I was watching you. There’s a saying, ’the sight of beauty is enough to fill one up.’"

Xia Siyu swayed in front of him, "Is it tasty? Then I’ll let you look a bit more, full yet?"

This girl, Bo Yan took her hand, pinched it, "Of course, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Look, your hands are as tender as tofu, makes me want to dip them in soy sauce and vinegar and just eat them."

Xia Siyu retorted, "Nonsense, I’ve been practicing shooting and riding a motorcycle every day recently, I’ve become rough all over."

"Oh really? Then I need to taste it to find out."

This sounded a bit off, Xia Siyu, used to being proactive, grabbed his hand and bit down hard, leaving a perfect crescent shape. She looked smug, "Is this how you taste it?"

No matter how the world changes, she hadn’t changed, and he seemingly hadn’t either. She was still the foodie, quick to act, quick to bully him. Perhaps life’s wisdom had left its mark, but she always yearned for purity.

And he, though appearing cool and calm, was still the shy young man from university after she’d teased him, always looking up to her when she succeeded.

But now, they were together.

This sounded a bit off, Xia Siyu, used to being proactive, grabbed his hand and bit down hard, leaving a perfect crescent shape. She looked smug, "Is this how you taste it?"

No matter how the world changes, she hadn’t changed, and he seemingly hadn’t either. She was still the foodie, quick to act, quick to bully him. Perhaps life’s wisdom had left its mark, but she always yearned for purity.

And he, though appearing cool and calm, was still the shy young man from university after she’d teased him, always looking up to her when she succeeded.

But now, they were together.

This sounded a bit off, Xia Siyu, used to being proactive, grabbed his hand and bit down hard, leaving a perfect crescent shape. She looked smug, "Is this how you taste it?"

No matter how the world changes, she hadn’t changed, and he seemingly hadn’t either. She was still the foodie, quick to act, quick to bully him. Perhaps life’s wisdom had left its mark, but she always yearned for purity.

And he, though appearing cool and calm, was still the shy young man from university after she’d teased him, always looking up to her when she succeeded.

But now, they were together.