When Yu Xia entered Xie Qingci's room, she felt a bit embarrassed.
It was like stepping into the boudoir of her object of affection.
She raked her hair and tried to find something to say, "I wonder what's happening outside. The pursuers aren't still waiting around the hotel, are they? What did you order? Is it spicy? If it is, I'll bring that bottle of milk over."
Xie Qingci closed the door behind her and said, "It's not spicy, just plain porridge with small dishes. After eating too much meat and fish, it's better to have something light for dinner."
"..." Why did this feel like there was an implication here?
"Haha, you're right." She sat down on the sofa somewhat awkwardly, watching him open the takeaway boxes.
It really was plain porridge with side dishes: two servings of tomato and lean pork porridge, and three servings of simple stir-fried vegetables—shredded potatoes, broccoli, and snow peas. There were only two specks of minced garlic in the dishes; nothing else.
