The desert night was chilly, and Qi Xiao served a bowl of steaming hot tomato egg soup.
"Drink it while it's hot."
The golden egg flowers floated in the rosy broth, and he gently pushed the bowl towards Xu Ying.
Xu Ying eagerly picked up the bowl, feeling the warmth spread from her fingertips.
She paid no heed to manners, gulping down mouthfuls as the hot soup slid down her throat, dispelling fatigue and hunger.
With the fragrant rice, Xu Ying ate with her cheeks bulging slightly, the loose strands of hair on her forehead swaying gently with her movements.
Qi Xiao watched her wolfing down the food, his lips involuntarily curving into a gentle smile, his eyes filled with a hint of laughter.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
He said softly, and casually placed a large chicken drumstick into her bowl.
When Xu Ying was almost done eating, Qi Xiao brought in a brand-new laptop bag from beside him.
