"This is for you."
Chuzheng takes the phone out of the bag and hands it to Xi Jing.
Xi Jing shakes his head nervously, "I can't accept it, it's too expensive..."
"Just take it." Chuzheng rudely stuffs it into his hand, saying impatiently, "If you don't want it, you can throw it away."
Xi Jing's eyes widen slightly.
Of course, Xi Jing wouldn't throw it away. After glancing at Chuzheng several times, he finally puts the box away and efficiently begins to prepare dinner.
"Dinner's... ready."
Chuzheng sits on the small stool; Xi Jing sets the bowls and chopsticks for her and sits on the other side.
Xi Jing had cooked millet porridge and stir-fried two green vegetables.
The millet porridge was thick and the fragrance rich.
Seeing that Chuzheng didn't mind, Xi Jing relaxed and lowered his head to drink the porridge.
"Do you live here alone?"
Xi Jing nods, "Yeah."
"What about your family?"
