Closing the door, Yu Minglang placed the food on the coffee table. Qian walked over and sat on the sofa as he distributed the food, giving her a portion.
"You called me over just to watch you eat?" Qian adjusted her sitting position, still not used to his hard couch.
"I've been busy all day and haven't had a drop of water." He dragged a single wooden chair over, situating himself in a spot where he could see her, but not so close as to be off-putting.
"Not thirsty?"
"I'm used to it. Back at the old job, I used to lie on top of the pigsty, covered by grass, lying in ambush for two days without moving."
Lying in wait without food or drink was typical at his old workplace, and although he had left, he occasionally missed it.
The pigsty… Qian glanced at the black rice porridge in front of her, speechless.
"That pigsty, have you seen one? All dense, dark, filthy—"
Dense and dark? Qian looked at the black rice porridge, losing her appetite.
