Qiao Mo changed into a pink home dress, looking fresh and clean, with her hair pulled up: "Chenchen wants shrimp dumplings, let's make some for him."
"What else do you want to eat?" Lu Yiming asked.
Qiao Mo took a shower and came out, walking around the kitchen.
She hadn't eaten much at the banquet earlier, and the food on the plane was terrible, so she was starving.
"Hungry?" he looked up at her.
"Yeah, hungry..." Qiao Mo pursed her lips, wanting to find something to eat.
Lu Yiming sliced two cucumber sticks and handed them to her: "That's all we've got, make do with it."
Qiao Mo didn't hesitate, cucumbers weren't too bad, at least not greasy, and she could eat some.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really."
Qiao Mo picked up two cucumber sticks and offered them to Lu Yiming, and he didn't hesitate, eating them all.
Qiao Mo washed her hands: "I'm going inside."
Fu Nancheng sat in the car, watching this scene, feeling as if a piece of his heart was being gouged out.
