Mo Nuan went to the cafeteria with everyone else for lunch. Looking at the yellowish and tasteless vegetables, she poked at them a few times but had no appetite at all.

Suddenly, she missed the dishes made by Lu Chen, which were comparable to those of a chef in both appearance and taste.

She sighed softly in her heart. His appetite must have been spoiled by Lu Chen. She used to eat anything without being picky.

Thinking of Lu Chen naturally reminded her of what happened last night. It was truly embarrassing, losing both dignity and face. She had never felt so ashamed before.

That man—she really didn't know how...