The hunger pangs made her stomach uncomfortable. Ye Ranran slightly covered her stomach and asked, "After I finish eating, you'll let me go?"
After working through the night, fatigue inevitably showed on her face. Noticing the dark circles under her eyes, he nodded, "Yes."
"Alright then."
Fu Rong brought her to a clay pot porridge restaurant and placed the menu in front of her. "Order whatever you'd like to eat."
Ye Ranran was about to push the menu back, but her fingers hovered over it before giving up. Forget it—ordering sooner means getting the food earlier, eating, and then leaving.
Why waste time lingering here?
She ordered a seafood clay pot porridge.
After setting the menu down, she picked up the hot water on the table and peeled off the outer layer of the sterilized bowl's packaging film. Then, she rinsed the cup, bowl, and chopsticks with boiling water.
Once she was done with her own utensils, Fu Rong pushed his tableware toward her.
