"Which is more important, the script or me?"
"When you're not here, I can't just sit around doing nothing, can I?"
"I've been on the road, so I'm going to wash up and then have dinner."
"Alright," Erya nudged him.
After washing up, Ma Zhihao changed into a black casual outfit, making his tall figure look even more slender.
His half-wet hair hung down, making his chiselled features appear even more defined.
Erya wore a homey long dress with pink slippers, and the two of them walked out of the community at a leisurely pace.
Most of the shops in the community are for dining.
Ma Zhihao asked warmly, "What do you want to eat?"
Erya was very good at making him happy: "As long as I'm eating with you, anything's fine."
Hearing this, Ma Zhihao's lips curved up, his eyes warm and smiling: "How about having claypot porridge?"
Dinner shouldn't be too heavy; this meal should have less meat.
