Mi Lu was rash and startled when she spoke, drawing the attention of those around. Jian Dan felt a bit embarrassed, "This is my last delicious meal of the week. Once I start living at school, I can't just come and go as I please. I don't want it to be this way, but try to understand my cravings."
With a giggle, Mi Lu said, "I'm just joking. Don't take it seriously. I want to eat too. Let's plan to eat together during the holidays. I also want to enjoy good food in the capital."
"Sure, that sounds great."
When it came to food, Little Jian Dan could go on and on without end.
Lin Chengyu and the others had followed them, entering through a different door and sitting opposite them, listening to their childlike chatter, something novel for kids who grew up in their type of households, being precocious.
Naive, yes, but also artificial.
