The old man glanced around, found nothing, and eventually just silently pocketed the silver, clasped his fists to the four directions, and started to pack his simple belongings, as if to end the day here.
Chen Yi held the bowl, sipping the not-to-his-taste milk tea slowly, lowered his head, and once again saw Miss Donggong looking at him with bright eyes.
"Alright, alright..."
Chen Yi had no way to deal with her, so he had to put down the tea bowl.
Donggong Ruoshu held her bowl and started to gulp down the milk tea, not sparing a single grain of fried rice.
Chen Yi watched her with this expression, smiled helplessly, got up to settle the bill with the owner, and when he returned, he saw her putting down the tea bowl with a contented expression, and suddenly sensed something amiss.
As the two left the tea stall, Donggong Ruoshu was picking up and eating the fried cake on the way back, when he suddenly spoke, "Miss Donggong... are you purposely eating what I've eaten?"
