After about half an hour, Song Song came back from buying groceries. She didn't know what he liked to eat, so she bought some tofu, shrimp, tomatoes, and eggs.
Finishing the meal took about an hour, during which time the man sat on the sofa, holding the remote control and constantly changing channels.
Sometimes comparing people really drives you mad. A man like him seems to be meticulously crafted by God, unbelievably perfect, almost blindingly so.
At the dining table, Song Song took small bites of rice, occasionally sneaking glances at the man, several times wanting to invite him over but didn't dare.
So cowardly…
Xiao Jinghuai had always eaten with elegance and propriety, and now he looked even more dignified and unapproachable, "This mapo tofu is too salty, pay attention next time."
"Ah…"
Song Song had only been eating plain rice and hadn't tasted the dishes yet, so she immediately picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.
"Ugh"—
