Wen Qiao was amused by his eagerness to live, rolling over and huffing, "Fine then, seeing as you did a pretty decent job, I won't hold this accident against you."
The moment her words ended, Wen Qiao heard an old lady's voice coming from Fu Jinghen's end, carrying a hint of Hai City's accent, "Young man, what would ya like to order?"
"Granny, I'd like a bowl of yellow croaker noodles, a bowl of mini wontons, and also a serving of crab roe soup dumplings." Fu Jinghen asked Wen Qiao, "Do you want anything else?"
Fu Jinghen had just sent the menu to Wen Qiao's WeChat.
"That's all," Wen Qiao said, "That'll do."
"Alright then," Fu Jinghen leaned forward, approaching the order window, "Granny, that's all."
"Got it."
After placing the order, Fu Jinghen stepped aside to wait, telling Wen Qiao on the other end of the phone, "You can get ready and get out of bed in another twenty minutes."
"I know, I know."
