Si Zhengting shook his head and sat down opposite her. "It's nothing."
Then he swung his head sideways. "Are you hungry?"
Zhuang Nainai was averse to American food by now. The only thing she liked was noodles, but there was a dearth of Chinese restaurants where they were. After thinking for a moment, Si Zhengting had then previously placed an order for an electric hotpot. Because they were putting whatever they bought into the pot and cooking them, the meals were bland but surprisingly yummy to Zhuang Nainai. Five days had already passed like this with them eating noodles from the hotpot.
It was a rare time that Si Zhengting was not picky and instead went along with Zhuang Nainai.
Busying himself with work, he repeatedly refused her help and told her to rest.
